My Garden

Before I was born I had a conversation with an angel, she gave me a dozen roses and said I was able to do what I please with these flowers at the age of 5 I saw a girl cry because she fell off her bike and her brother ran inside to get a bandaid to make things alright I guess I thought he was taking to long so I approached her and gave her one of my dozen just to see her smile. She grabbed it from my hand and walked away, never to be seen again.

Roses 2 through 5 I gave away because people didn’t seem alright,or maybe they were in the dark and I wanted them to know there’s a light/ or maybe they were knocked down one too many times but I still believed they could win that fight.

Rose number 6 was special, rose number 6 was meant for love, I’m sorry rose number 6 fell for love, I’m sorry rose number 6 fell in love. This Love was new to the world, untouched and so pure, naive to believe if you love once you’ll love more, heartbreak? What’s that? I didn’t know what’s in store, because after my heart broke for the first time I didn’t see Rose number 6 anymore.

Now roses 7 through 10 were just a dark patch. I don’t remember them, I picked every petal and I still gave them away, I dulled all the thorns but yet they still pricked who ever touched them, I didn’t care to maintain them because I couldn’t maintain myself, my roses looked tired and so did I, all they wanted to do was live but I just watched them die.

Rose 11 was made just for you, you who could light up a room, you who had the ability to just change my mood, you who had such a beautiful view, you who may not really enjoy the color but accepted the red hue, you weren’t temporary, nor was your rose, with petals made of metal and thorns made of stone. People were confused as to how it would grow. But the growth of rose number 11 is deep in your soul.

Rose 12 is still in the box patiently waiting to be free, maybe one day I’ll give a rose to me.