wilting red roses

Sun, 11/03/2013 - 01:59 -- iamme

rough days are like wilting red roses,

they mean nothing to the world

they're unnoticed inconvenient undesired.

but they start off beautiful,

and when they start to look bad they're discarded

unwanted, unloved

nothing but trash to some people.

but all those roses need is some love and patents

and they'll be beautiful 

loved, desired, bright, and lovely

so the next time you have a bad day remember....

everything becomes better if you wait and love it.

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