Vent Poems

48petunia

I once had a petunia
Purple and deep
Lively and lushes 
Simple and sweet
I watered my petunia every day
I cared so much
I wanted it to be happy
And grateful for my touch
But no matter my intent
The water began to overflow
Overwatered it was
It no longer had its glow
I saw the life drain from its eyes
It's melancholic way of words
It wilted and flew away
It was all very blurred