When you’re forced to bloom

before you’re ready

Your petals lay gently in place

Not naturally, of course

Yet slow & steady

They’ll take up that unwanted space

Rushed to perfection

To exert the beauty you’d like to portray

But everyone’s soul grows differently

Let time age the beauty its own way

The way it was meant to mature

Let the petals curve the direction they’re meant to endure

…naturally

Let them take on their own adventure

Fore the subject will rise to perfection

Without your lustful guide

Because different is still beautiful

& it can fade as quickly as it was pried.