Dead Roses.

Once beautiful before they were mistreated and damaged.

Much like oneself.

People can be beautiful and filled with life.

Until their mistreated.

Causing them to lose their life and become a shell of what they once were.

The petals loosing their magic.

The thorns becoming sharper.

And the flower losing its emotion.

Dead roses.

The term I like to use for heartbreak.

When a bright rose loses its petals.

When a stem gains new thorns.

When the joy is replaced with pain.

When the petals close back to a bud.

Thorns surrounding it to protect its remaining beauty.

Dead roses.

I guess all nature is connected to itself.

For we too are like dead roses.

If we’re hurt too much.