A simple girl, growing tall and straight,
No mom or dad around but that's alright
She has a rough uncle that isn't too nice,
But she has her very own stars at night.
Long wind blown hair, completly out of control,
A deep tan from all the days in the sun.
Deep blue eyes that seem to have thier own light,
Glowing from secrets and of a life of fun.
A woman before it was fair for her to be,
Beautiful and sweet, untouched by bitterness.
A woman of grace that gives love willingly
One that has no limit to her happiness.
Such an unlikely end to this story that I tell,
I guess the truth is, no matter where it grows,
A true rose was distened to bloom, so it does.
The truth is simply that a rose is a rose.
Author notes
partially inspired by the song A Rose is a Rose, though, not really. This is just me having fun with a story poem.
A contest entry
- Anything you want by MrCrepsley.
600 points, ended September 10, 2008, 195 entries
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