A rose
It begins to grow with care and love.
A child
She is adored, matures and gains strength.
The rose
It starts to blossom, with strength and beauty.
The child
She grows; gains passion and spirit.
The rose
It is in full bloom; stunning and bright.
The child
At age fifteen, she is loved, holds confidence and splendor.
The rose
The edges darken, it begins to droop.
The child
Insults build up; she loses confidence, saddens, and weakens.
The rose
It slowly wilts; petals gradually drift to the ground.
The child
Her fire fades, she finds herself dejected.
The rose
It lays dead, its petals all fallen; its stem dry
A rose
So vivid and beautiful from the first bud 'til the last petal falls.
A reflection
Decent, yes, but not perfect.
The rose
Bright red petals, dark green leaves, even its scent is known for its beauty.
The reflection
Dyed hair- light blonde, contacts make the eyes bright blue, perfume gives a divine scent.
The rose
Long stem, natural sparkles, coated in a morning dew.
The reflection
Make-up hides flaws, makes lips red, exaggerates eyes.
The rose
Cut down for closer admiration.
The reflection
Hurt by insults, often offended, always sad.
The rose
Holds a natural gorgeousness, a natural perfection.
The reflectio
sarah all your work is truely amazing I'm so glad you joined so here I am welcomeing you to DA! hope you time here is prosperous and you have an awsome time good luck kiddo I'm watching you!