You always loved
caring for the flowers,
raking fallen leaves,
and tending your garden.
I was no different
to the blue violets
you carefully watered
and fusied over.
I was just another
orchid, depending,
needy for your
care and love.
Another flower on
your rhododendron,
sheltered, spoilt,
but one of the bunch.
A cliché rose,
seemingly pretty
but when close
always prickly.
So I'm not surprised
when I fell apart,
you just raked the pieces
of my broken heart.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for my thoughts
PoetryMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
