rosebush
you were so tall
a blooming tree over a dying rosebush.
the more leaves you bloomed
the less buds i had.
Until all i had was thorns
a thorny rose bush with no roses at all.
and then a gardner came and chopped me down -
because there’s no use in having a rosebush that only grows thorns.
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