Snowy Rose

For once in my life, I want to do what I think is fair, and if that means fighting for what I want then I’ll leave the roses by the stairs. And I swear, these thorns prove all that I am, so hold me close to your heart as my petals wilt against your hand. I can’t change, but my days are numbered just the same so who I am at 25 is the person I want to stay. As my heart grows, I promise every day will feel brand new, and I’ll shower you with love as the clouds do the tulips at the end of June. Times will get hard, but the best gardens grow in storms, and love can blossom in the dark when the lightening sets the course. Say you’ll never go- we will spend our days reaping the love we sow, and we will take special care of the rose that bloomed in the snow. And I know, as the seasons subside, our love will live on in the garden that forever refused to die.

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