Stubborn Flowers

In the ever changing world of the youth, hardly anything is permanent. Friends, ambitions, and feelings change within the blink of an eye. One false move. When something ever proves it has the potential to hold a significance in our lives, we grasp onto its presence, and never let go. Even if it hurts.

I had a conversation with an old friend yesterday who was experiencing such issues. Falling into a set of arms she was never meant to fall in...well, at least not on her watch. Girl loves boy...boy likes her. But Girl can't let go. And the more she holds onto him, the more she lets go of herself.

Things like this make me look at women in a different light. From the most intelligent and humble, to those who just bring beauty to the table, they all like to be fed. If you can nourish a woman's existence, no matter what the food, you prolong yours in her life. But its common knowledge that all food isn't good for you.

Budding, you are adorable.

Quaint.

Cocooned, your potential stirs amongst anxious eyes in anticipation of its unraveling.

A universal nourishment is how you quench your young roots; Unknowing that it is exactly how you will try and salvage them once they become old.

Days pass by, and your features begin to flourish.

Vibrant. Voluptuous.

Youth sheds away to reveal the prime.

Aromatic vibrations and visual sensations echo the acquisition of beauty to those who await its arrival.

Avidly, they approach.

Coy, you stare.

Impatient, they apprehend.

Innocent, you allow.

The shine with which you are praised, extracts vanity with each of its rays.

Adorned by the limelight, you abandon self nourishment captivated by the substitute provided.

However, it isn't the same as when you were a bud.

The first petal broken ceases to phase you.

Neither does the second.

You stand tall, yet you feel the inner wither of your structure.

But as time has forever told...a rose, will ALWAYS be a rose.