you were a fragile flower that i stooped to pick, and scooped you up in my moment of stupor. and do you know? you proved to be more than an answer. more like a mystery waiting to be pieced together. Yet that mystery still offered something more. My precious flower, you hold in your petals the dew of my tears. so i hold you tighter than ever you're lighter than a feather, and i fear that i'll crush you. Please place your petals where my heart beats freely. Be a lapel on my chest to stand as a stapled reminder. Of what i've tried to digress to, but never lived up to. Never was able to. I stooped to pick you and pricked my fingers on your thorns. how my skin bleeds still, how my wound is layed open fresh still. How i long to be unknowingly picked by you just as freely.