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.