Feelings are like delicate petals on a rose,every single petal represents different feelings.
Slowly,
the flower wilts,
does that signifies the end of emotions and feelings?
Those delicate soft petals slowly drop off from the bud,
leaving behind the core.
Nothing to defend or to protect it,
what would happen if the wind blows hard?
I bet it wouldn't be able to withstand the strong force.
A small slight force is able to it bring down,
does that imply to the fact of bringing a person down also?
Enclosing myself in a shield,
unaware of the world happening outside of my little world,
protected by my strong shield,
just like the petals shielding the bud from the cold.
Like always,
nothing will uphold its strength forever,
one day,
it will crumble into dust.
Just like my feelings crumbling away into dust,
taken away by the cold wind that sweeps the area.
I find myself having difficulties regaining my position,
not wanting to wake up to reality when it hits me time after time.
One part of me telling me to take it easy and let it go.
Another saying that I would be stupid to let it go that easily.
I am already growing weary of my surroundings,
this time you open me up to see the outside world with a new perspective.
Am I making the correct or wrong choice again?
