Poetry

r-o-s-e

I am like a Rose,
Common yet extraordinary,
Roses are often a sign of romance,
I for one love with every part of me,
Roses wilt easily,
I wilt easily,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Every word,
Every touch,
They all affect me in some way,
In pain,
In happiness,
I feel everything,
I am beyond sensitive,
Roses have thorns,
I have thorns,
But they are not noticeable,
For they are how I protect myself,
I've been hurt,
So don't touch me I ask of you,
For I may poke you,
I may hurt you,
I have trust issues,
I'll end up pushing you away,
Roses blossom,
I open up by day,
At night I close,
I have blossomed over time,
From a small bud,
To a glorious flower,
I may have imperfections,
I may distrust too much,
I may be too sensitive,
But I will love you no matter what,
And I will rise,
And I will fall,
But no matter what I'll keep growing,
Opening,
Closing.
For I am a Rose,
Beautiful in its own way.