She was like a rose, delicate yet strong.
Red like the blood drawn from the thorn.
Soft like the light kisses of the petals on skin.
Love, passion, lust, and power.
Tossed away by those given this pretty flower who never wanted her.
All she wanted was to love and have someone stay.
She was a sunflower, happy yet broken.
Yellow like the sunny colored petals.
Dark like the center of her.
Need, want, affection, and happiness. Plucked up mistaken by people for something she was not.
All she wished for was understanding and truth.
