My Flower

October 8, 2010
I am a flower.
I started out as a seed.
That was watered with love and care.
My sun shined on me everyday even when it was raining outside.
I would sit on the windowsill which was my bed as I grew to reach for the sky.
Because its suppose to be the limit so I hear.
I am a rose.
Thorns around my stem.
With the truth behind my eyes.
Beauty is only skin deep so am I beautiful on the inside.
You’ll never know because I keep my emotions bottled up inside.
That’s why I grow to learn how to show feeling when need to.
But never learned to express myself at the right time.

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