She wanted to write about how she loves roses but she end up writing about how she was once became one.
She has a soft heart, when she treated right she will definitely appreciate it and when you stop she’ll be very affected.
She was once became a rose to someone, she don’t know how and why. The only thing she is sure about is, that someone is afraid to hold her for too long because of her thorny side.
She endured the pain for too long. But remembered who she is and everything changed. She accepted that she is different from another flowers, she have thorns and the others haven’t and that makes her more special and with that she appreciates herself even more.
Someday, someone will love her wholeheartedly. Someone that has courage to hold her whole being including her thorns, leaves and her petals.
Be your own kind of flower.– Shobe.