Sweet and innocent, heart of gold
With a dark side like a raging storm
She's not what she seems, inside and out
She's a rose bud with poison thorns
A young girl tries to make her mark
Held back by her longing heart
The one she once loved crushed her
But new love was found and she became stronger
A beautiful red rose bloomed
The poison thorns helped her fight through
She's grown in so little time
Now she'll fight for the rest of her life
No doubt many of you won't get the meaning. It's about me. It popped into my head when someone compared me to a rose- pleasing to look at, but dangerous. When they said dangerous, they were referring to me being a "martial artist in training" as I call it. You know how a rose is beautiful? Sure, you love to look at them, but if you try to pick one, you get its thorns.
This is basically a story of the past year of my life, from last June to now.
So true. A rose is intended to have 2 sides and it never stays perfect which is what people always get wrong. Never refer to someone as a rose as in beauty.
+1 (thumbs up)
By @Mikazuki
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