I grow and grow,

Until someone picks me.

But, nobody did,

Except for you.

You watered me,

And gave me sunlight,

Even,

When the darkness was caving in.

Until I grew thorns,

So, you stopped watering me.

But, I watered myself,

With my own tears.

My thorns grew too big for you,

And my petals were falling.

But, you wanted a new flower,

And I was just a dying rose.