I feel like a rose, plucked off from my dear ones. Hurting you was never my thing, it was the stern duty of my thorns that guarded me, protected me for they knew I opened my heart to every soul I connected with. Yet, you dared to pick me up, caressed my soft petals, kissed me once, kept me in your attic and never saw me again with the same feel. You treasured me like your very own achievement, feeling proud, you had the Rose! And then there were stolen glances, you saw me every now and then but you didn’t notice I was withering away without your love! You failed to notice I was withering away.. all I needed was a little bit of love.. #rose #love #notice #wither #yqbaba Photo credits : zastavik.com
