Rose with Thorns

On a rainy day,

I was the ice-cream that everyone ignored.

On a frosty day,

I was the t-shirt that sat folded.

On a crispy summer morning,

I was the rain coat long forgotten.

On a peaceful walk,

I was the puddle that everyone avoided.

On a starry night,

I was the sunglasses tossed aside.

On a bright sunny morning,

I was the melted candle on the desk.

On a bustling day,

I was the silent melody from the radio.

On a joyous vacation,

I was the home that was left unattended.

So, when people found me as a rose,

I became the thorns that pricked their hands.