rosebud grows thorns

you

are a rosebud.

your unopened petals

drip with morning dew.

i will cherish the day your petals unfurl

and taste the dew on their scarlet skin.

i watch your leaves grow stronger.

and with your age and wisdom,

you grow thorns.

thick, angry thorns,

lashing out at the world.

as you get older you start to see

the world isn't what it was meant to be.

and so every time someone tries to

pick you,

you cut them, slice them away.

because once you're

picked,

there's no escaping the pain.

you just want to stay a rosebud forever.