Stories and Poems of Emotions

Change

There once was a flower as red as blood.

A beautiful rose ready to bud.

Though it shan't bloom in any despair.

For the flower has grown to be beautiful and fair.

But one day a girl came and plucked it like hair.

And the flower could smell disaster in the air.

For it had turned black, as black as midnight.

And the flower could no longer even see the dimmest of lights.

But do not fret, for the flower still shines.

Just because you change does not mean others should whine.

So do not worry because you are new.

Don't be scared of being you.

Embrace the change others despise.

Accept what's seen through broken eyes.

Do not listen to their tainted lies.

For tomorrow like always the sun shall rise.