Little flower with petals so pink
Like blushing cheeks

I saw you sprouting
Trampled and broken

Wilting and crushed
Under boots of an uncaring world

I feared for you nightly when the sun fell
Your leaves cut, a ragged sight

I mended you and nurtured you
Encouraged your growth

I have seen you bloom and blossom
So beautiful and demure

But now you have changed
You draw blood with thorns

My flower my rose
Well she is no more

You protect your self from touch
And feeling afraid of the world

Fearing being trampled again
Crushed under foot

An elegant rose sated in loneliness
Pushing away those who admire her so

I can not touch you
Only see you from afar

And remember a time when
we didn't have so many scars

I wanted to reap you
Snatching you from the earth you grew in

But knowing I couldn't
Not yet maybe not ever

But I still stood next to you
Giving all that I could

Wanting to watch you grow
And reach for the sun

I don't regret it
Not a single day

I just wish you know tho I might be gone
My heart will always stay

To this flower
I am proud of you still