Do not pick the flowers

My teacher once told me find someone you can live without but won't want too

I could never think of who 

From time to time I thought I knew 

Sometimes I felt like a rock but much like a flower I grew 

with throns of piercing tips, 

With years got shapend bit by bits

My flower grew with each gardener as well as my thorns as each flower was torn 

I lost the will to grow as well as let go 

My teacher once told me with dreams like mine it will be hard to find a lover 

All I could think is it would be hard to find another

One that was more than a gardener but a partner that made me feel less like a plant

 and more like a star 

Yes its corny, But I dont knwo how to tie in how I miss you ... always driving my car 

or how you went to far 

and  I did what flowers do with thorns and left you with scars