She was a rose, a red one.
And her thorns, it pierced like a gun.
She's sweet as its smell, soft like its petal
But hurt her once, it'll be lethal.
She's bright as her color,
And turns blue, when hot tears pour.
But here's the thing you don't know about her
She's a pure gold under cover.
She, who's fragile and dear
Brave on the outside, inside was fear
She, who wanted to learn everything.
But unsure of herself, she's lost and missing.
She, even fearful, dreams a place to go
A girl who likes sunshine, a storm's foe
She's a crybaby, but has a compelling laugh
That made everyone think this girl was tough.
Red as blood as it seems, yet a woman you can call
She has flaws, always encounters her own fall
Yet, keeps falling in love with the life that she had gain.
Yet, keeps breathing when she's in pain.