Words for Thoughts

Flowers

A plant, a stem
Strong, fierce, delicate
Greedy hands, grasping
Grass, ignored
Squish squash, pluck
Squish squash, pluck
A remnant of beauty
A sliver of sorrow
A grain of the hour
Tick tock tick tock
I was born to die
You were born to grow
And I can't stop you from growing
Because of the disruption I cause
It don't matter anyway cause
you went away just as fast as your roots did
as they were pulled from the ground