Metaphor stuff

People remind me of flowers. No, I’m not on drugs... I’m just using metaphors. I’ve been pondering the idea of different people’s personalities matching certain floral qualities. Some people are common and typical, and are just like everyone else. Some of them might have their own distinct classification and take a while to open up to you, but when they do you find that it was worth the wait. Some are old and wilted, but are still beautiful in their own way. And then there are of course the bitter-sweet individuals who have enticing qualities that you can’t quite keep yourself away from. They lure you with their sweet scents and pretty appearance, and before you know it you’ve been sucked into a whirlwind of thorns. I can hardly describe the love-hate relationship that follows, but to say the least, you may have been better off not noticing that rose.