Roses

I am a rose. I wilt when I am down. I have thorns and I grow. A stem to hold me.

My thorns protect me From getting hurt, Getting betrayed, Getting my heart yanked from me.

My petals are gentle. They are sensitive. They are fragile. They can break.

My stem holds me up. Keeps me stable. Keeps me alive. Keeps me down to Earth.

I am parched. Parched for adventure, Water, Friends, Even...love...