Otherwise they will bloom too soon
And with such naivety their petals fall
Waiting for dark light before the moon.
All roses need time to live
Lest they lose their thorns and wilt
And with no sting there is no smile
And so they hang their heads in guilt.
All roses need time to die
For otherwise their lives will become dull and grey
Without meaning or purpose
They are held and they cry
The beauty they used to have, now gone.
And all that's left is an endless day.
All people need time to show their
True colors if they want love to be found
Not only for themselves but for those all around
If they never say no
To another chance, if they don't
Allow themselves, to be color bound
For in life and death they'll be remembered.
As people much deeper than shallow roots in the ground.
Yes, roses are meant to be red
And violets are meant to be blue
But you'll be more beautiful than the rainbow
If you are nothing but you.
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