i am a rose. i sit here in this garden of beautiful flowers. Everyone is so different. Some are sweet and kind, others are dark and cold. Some are sprouted out. Their petals strongly grasping on to reality while others are barely blooming. Hiding away in their fantasy. Will you call upon them? Do you too wonder what is happening beneath their petals?
i am a rose.
i envy the other blossoms. The Lavender’s violet shades pull you in and your mouth waters as the strong scent fills the air calming you. It seeps into your pores and you pluck her. She is victorious. She brags and boasts and you treasure her forever. I am a rose. The daisies are reserved. They give a shy smile and you fall in love. They are the spring essence you crave. They say no words but paragraphs come from their hello. Should i have been quieter? Would that satisfy you? I wish i was but
I am a rose.
Dark and depressed, i am doing my best and im sorry my thorns intimidate you. For this reason, i will never be picked.