She was not a rose,
Admired by everyone choosen by everyone
She was just a sunflower, rarely noticed
She was not to be kept in glass vases to enhance their beauty
She was more careless and free
She was not divine or magnificent
But was never bothered by any of it because non of this really mattered,
People always tend to fall for the beauty of the rose
But its thorns are what they forget
But as for the sunflower
Its just innoxious and naive.
YOU ARE READING
Sunflower.
De Todo《Despite knowing that they wont be here for long they still choose to live the brightest lives 》
