wilted

wilted

when i was a little rose 

i was born short and plump

destined to hurt 

not perfect enough to love

but still i took a chance

trusted a bit too openly 

gave away my imperfect petals 

until i couldn't recognize myself 

regretfully, i trusted the tulips 

the orchids and the hydrangeas too 

the wind whispered 

against my brittle stem

when nature turned against me

the sun overtook my battle

stuck in a never-ending drought

i wilted quickly

for a naked rose 

Latte Love,

Jill