Red Rose Petals

Once upon a time there was a flower.
Who wanted to have beauty and power.
She was surrounded by flowers.

Who lived in graceful,royal towers.
With blood red petals each.
She wanted to be like them.

And for true happiness to reach.
She was surrounded by red roses as a sunflower.
And she began to have their grace and power.

One day,she wanted to become her favorite flower - a red rose.
She dyed her petals and strikes a pose.
One day,she would become her own graceful flower.

Happy,hopeful.
Taking a peaceful shower.
She wanted to help anyone in need.

As much as she can feed.
She wanted to have someone who liked her too.
Despite her petals actually being blue.

She grew up with thorns on her stem.
And developed her mind.
Her personality,her character.

And she no longer did mind.
She slowly began to heal.
Eventually,happiness is what she would feel.

The happiness,maybe after a while.
She said,sitting in the chair.
With her favorite person being there.

She wanted to sacrifice her own unique color of petals.
But wouldn't that be cruel?
She tried to chase away the thoughts with peaceful showers.

And wanted to be happy like the rest too.
One day,she joined a rose garden,where they accepted her blue.
Happy,smile on her face,her petals in red hue.

They say,you are unique - don't be like the rest.
But is this the reason,or just a test?
All flowers,many colors.

Everyone is unique.
But sometimes,we have to stop and take a peek into somebody's mind.
Shocked at what you found.

The red rose can feel insecure.
A daisy may not feel pure.
A sunflower may feel unsafe in the sun.

A buttercup can be scared and silently run.
We all go on a different pathway.
Red roses represent love,passion ,desire.

A daisy could represent your inner fire.
Buttercups shine.
If I could,one day, I would be a flower till the end of time.

One day,It'll be your day to shine.
You'll be happy,and finally feel fine.
Flowers living 'till the end of time.