VULNERABLE ROSES

I sat by myself outside
Letting the wind play with my hair
The sun stared at me with its powerful glare
And my thoughts ran free
Like the clouds in the sky
My thoughts ultimately came to this
In life, we are all roses
Waiting to bloom,
Waiting to be smelled
And be the sight of beauty in this world.
But what about those that come to us
Just to pluck our petals?
This is the same as being vulnerable.
We choose who breaks our hearts
We choose who we belong with
But the other might not do the same
And so we feel we lose at this game.
It's called love.
But if you've noticed,
Every rose has many a petals
And just because one is plucked,
It does not lose its beauty.
In the end, we all will whither and die
But what counts is the try.
The try to be something different
The try to be what's expected of you
But with your own glow
The try to be the one rose
That's chosen from the bunch.