Thorns and rosebuds

Sometimes you see something pretty, like a rose, and you want to pick it up.
Sometimes though those pretty things will hurt you.
Like the thorns on the rose, as it draws the blood on your finger.
Their thorns are there to protect them, like the walls you build up to protect yourself.
Sometimes you close yourself off like a rosebud, with no way of opening up. You're protected by the thorns, your shielded by the buds. You get to choose when and who gets to see the real you. The beautiful, and marvelous, you. Sometimes though, you've chosen to stay in your comfortable spot, not letting anyone in, and pricking anyone who comes by. You've been scarred so many times you've decided to close yourself off for good. But don't forget how beautiful an opened rose is. Tell your story, free the pain, open yourself to love again. Because you are beautiful when you're finally alive and free. There's a different glow to you. Just like a rosebud you wait for the sun, and water to nourish you, you wait for someone or something to open you back up again. It's your choice to be free, open yourself to a new kind of love, yourself. Let's see where that gets you. You don't always have to be thorns and rosebuds, you can choose to be roses.