People are like roses.
We bloom in our own gardens
We each have our beautiful petals and our harsh thorns.
But we are also greedy and destroy one another.
Thinking love gives us a right to cut away each others stems.
But once a rose's stem is cut, it is only a matter of time.
Before we begin to lose our beautiful petals and we soon start to whither away.
Losing all qualities one once found admirable and killing the love in which was once there.