Simple though utterly complicated. Smooth yet so uneven. Protected by thorns but regrets hurting you. Unique though like any other rose. Something every person can get yet gets rid of too easily. Falls apart but desperately wants to keep things together. Full of life but almost immediately to die. Beautiful thought sadly appears so common.
As I sit watching the petals slowly fall off of the magnificent rose I see my life before me and a tear falls from my cheek onto the rose And it turns into concrete, my concrete rose.