I was planted on the ground
being feed what I needed water and sunlight.
every week i grew larger than the week before,
thanks to the water and sun .
Months past and before I knew it, it was spring and I was in full bloom, showing all of my beautiful petals so everyone could see, especially my gardener.
By the end of spring, everyone was cut from their roots and sold.
I stayed there for days, weeks, and months.
Until my gardener cut my stem and gave me to a handsome man.
The ride was long and bumpy.
I was held in his arms tightly, his nervousness flowing in to me.
He confessed his love to the lady in blue and the lady in blue did not want his confession or anything to do with him.
So after all the growing and adapting,
I end up in the trash with more garbage.
YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain
