Broken Rose

I glisten just like the others when ever dew embraces my frame yet, admirers still elude me because they can see that I'm not the same.but my heart,my essence,will depict my flawless air.And if you could look beyond my battered limbs you'd see that it's really there.Struggling just to blossom through the impurities that plagued me, motivated only by the occasional praises that you gave me.Well look at me I'm here inspired by your awes just accept that I've survived and not condemn me for my flaws .Because hindsight will give beauty to my face but,by then the treasures gone and only regret lie in the wake,of a broken rose.