I was that flower who just bloomed I was that flower who just bloomed

This poem shows how a rose emerges from the bud and at the end, it is plucked. This poem shows how a rose emerges from the bud and at the end, it is plucked.

I plucked a flower, I plucked a flower,

I lay on a bed full of roses; To be pricked by many.. I lay on a bed full of roses; To be pricked by many..

You are still the same. You are still the same.

I cherish my strength and cursed my sense. I cherish my strength and cursed my sense.