Rose in the Wind

This poem isn't that good, but yeah.

I'm a rose in the wind,
my petals blow all directions,
my stem is so fragile,
handle my rose like body with care.

I'm a rose in the wind,
my leaves are so soft,
my thorns; so sharp,
be careful of their sharp edges.

I'm a rose in the wind,
watch my petals wilt away,
my stem is getting weaker,
it's about to break at the end.

I'm a rose in the wind,
watch my leaves blow away,
my thorns are all pointless,
I'm a wilt rose in the wind.