So many things i wish i could say
Yet so few words linger
To share with you my great desire
And so i am silent
Awaiting the next chance to speak

Each moment is precious
Like a water droplet frozen in time
A droplet that can never be saved
And a moment that can easily be lost

But yet somehow we save them
In the backs of our minds
In our wrinkles and scars
In the sleeves of our sweaters
In the creases in our heart
That moment is held
Suspended like a spider web
Awaiting the taint of its next touch

The rush of the moment is one of pure joy
And indeed there is sadness in joy
But sadness that the moment will soon be over
And the rush will be gone
And the feeling will be nonexistent
And suddenly you will feel broken again

But the moment can last
In our wrinkles and scars
In the sleeves of our sweaters
In the creases in our heart
That moment is held
Suspended like a spider web
Awaiting the taint of it’s next touch

And yet every time
We fail to realize the importance of the moment
Until it’s too late
And we are already broken again
And the moment is gone
And the rush is over
And the moment is hidden away from view

Five separate entities
Whose lives seem to intertwine with stunning similarities

A brown thin thorn
As sharp as a knife
That hurt everything its comes into contact with
But seems to beg for forgiveness from its victims

A rose with petals so bright
Shining their color into the world
That screams for attention
Yet seems to hide from plain sight

A long thin stem
As weak as a piece of paper
That somehow holds up the great rose
But seems to strengthen with each wind blow

A bright green fuzzy leaf
Feeble and soft
That cries for attention from the rose
Yet seems to fade into the background

A single flower root
Dark Brown and thin as a piece of string
That reaches into the earth grasping for a stronghold
Yet seems to fail in comparison to the large, strong roots

A yellow and black bumblebee buzzing along
Happy-go-lucky and unaware of the looming storm
That longs to pollenate the rose
Yet seems to die more with each passing moment

Five separate entities
Whose lives seem to intertwine with stunning similarities
Yet grave differences