An Original Poem:
There once was a flower,
she had no color.
No one paid attention,
no one could bother.
In a mist, round with roses,
her petals slowly closing.
Oddly sitting there,
and no one would notice.
A speck of gray on a canvas,
a small detail.
Small and unattached,
like a train that's been derailed.
The little flower wished,
wished with all her heart,
that she could be beautiful,
a new entire artistic start.
The flower lifted her head,
up to the sky.
She'd decided to stand up bright and tall,
and not be so shy.
She looked around and smiled,
with a quick glance.
And found out that she was really loved,
giving hope another chance.
What she didn't know,
is that she was a red grand,
a speck of red in pale roses,
making life not so bland.
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♥ The PeepsKeep Music Box ♥
PoetryHere lies the box that contains songs and poems that I've written or will write. Along with it comes the story that goes with the song. I hope you enjoy reading these, because each has it's own story, repeated or not. I planned on publishing these...
