i was a rose
with delicate crimson petals,
and pin sharp thorns
radiating extreme passion
and deeply rooted pain
to those who stumbled upon my presence
i was a rose
a physical representation
beauty, promise, lastings
despair, torment, endings
but i still yearned for love
to be watered, allowing growth
but i was drenched with tears full of angst and fragments
of those who have hurt you before
i was a rose
you didn't have much of a green thumb
and that was okay