The rose that I could never quite bring myself to grasp, was the one that blossomed before my eyes bringing forth a beautiful woman, both to my dismay and my suprise. Dismay because I may have missed out on true love. Suprise because I over looked her beauty for some other flower that I was fond of. I planted the wrong seeds. And I watered the wrong gardens. I ended up lonely, sad, and blue and that caused my emotions to harden. I passed up my true love in exchange for immediate gratification. Instead of pursuing love I went in search for lust. That's why I found plenty full of lies and none whom I could trust. Now your stem is deeply rooted and your thorns in place for protection. Leaving me on the outside looking in with no means of grabbing your attention. I'm offering affection but only finding rejection. I guess that's only fair considering all of my previous indiscretions it's funny how a rose can represent my lost love. And leave me lost and in desperate need of finding direction.

--Anonymous