Original Stories

Growing

The flowers in my hands

Pink and white

Slowly turn to red

The innocence and purity gone

With passion in its place

I kiss the lovely times goodbye

As I begin to explore a new version of myself

That can feel transparent at times

But some day it will be painted over in a fluffy of colors

That for now I cannot understand

But I will embrace it

Simply for the fact that it cannot be explained or changed