The Bad Girl

The morning sun shone bright and strong
Like the day that is now by bygone
Of a little girl buying a rose
To give someone she adored
For she was told later on
It is not something that should be done

It took her years to comprehend
What it is that was actually meant
She was a girl who bought a rose
For another girl with the sole purpose
Of love….

That morning on the terrace the sun shone bright
While flocks of birds were taking flight
The little girl paced with her dad
Fighting her tears, trying not to be a bad
Bad girl.

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