She was once a rose, pure and beautiful.
Now she was a stone under ground, dirty and in the dark.
The light was blinding to her so she went on to be ruthful.
Now she sits in a park,
Covered in with droplets of rain.
She is covered in sin,
And stained with vain.
She was once innocent but she took the wrong action.
Her family found her a foul,
And she was left with nothing but her the sin she occupied.
The white rose that was placed in her hand,
Dipped with what was meant to be a homicide.
She was once so perfect and now it was banned.
She had no to blame but her own view,
Or perhaps it was that "actor".
He broke her heart in two.
He wasn't true to her.
This took me about an hour to write. Coming up with the idea was easy but rhyming was never my strongest subjects in first grade. Please no flames but please review.