The Rose that wouldn’t bloom

The Rose that wouldn’t bloom, they danced around him, asking him to take their hand
The Rose was afraid to open up, he could not let the light in, because it burnt him before
The Rose stood amongst others, but no one could understand,

See what the Rose was hiding was not for all to see
It was afraid of spring it was afraid of summer and those pesky bees
He knew that if he bloomed… it would be only be…. Only for a short time

The rose is us our insecurities, our mind, and our hearts broken,
We all just need a little more time…