Rose Petals but yet once a complete flower. Fully bloomed, opened
to the sunshine from God, with leaves strong but without thornes,
for all to admire. One decided to take this beautiful flower for
their own. They felt as if they could start plucking off its
beautiful petals one at a time... I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU NOT, I
LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU NOT... It continued for twelve years until
finally it was a big pile of rose petals (me). Still a rose
awaiting for God to replenish to make me whole again. Even though
there is a pile of rose petals now which is a delicate flower
awaiting replenishment. Picking up the pieces slowly but surely,
but if it is believed long enough, and as Aretha Franklin said it,
" Baby girl, you`re still a flower!" I will bounce back and attract
and be adored by all, but as of this time I will bare thrones, with
God`s help. Not bitter but as the sweetest smell and beauty. I AM
STILL A FLOWER!!!
By the way fellas, I am sorry but I am having a privite
party!!!!!!!!!!!
