I am a flower.
does it matter if I was planted on purpose or Accidentally?
Aren't I just as beautiful other wise?
does matter if I'm missing some petals or if I have thorns?
People still love me..
or am I too much of a burden to care for?
I grow, adjust, and live until I die,
I will not break no matter how bad the storm is, because in the end it'll only help me grow.
People can throw dirt on my name and I will only bloom ten times brighter and fuller.
Only old age can wither me away.
I am a flower.
I am the joy at weddings,
the sadness at funerals,
the laughter at new borns birthday,
I am the pity next to hospitals beds
I'm Thrown away after break ups yet I'm also given as an apology.
I am a flower.
I have so many emotions yet I can't use my words.
I express myself through my colors and petals, not my voice but how I wear and tare myself.
It's too hot.
It's too cold.
Trim my dead leafs.
Please replant me.
Decompose me if you are done with me.
Take my seeds and grow my offspring.
But please don't leave me to wither away without purpose.
I'm sorry if I'm high maintenance and can't communicate what I need.
I don't need you to read my mind I just wish you'd care enough to check up on me.
I'm tired of people killing my spirit and light, purposely putting me dead on top of their vanity's.
what purpose are dead memories?
Why couldn't you enjoy me while I was alive?
purposely draining out my water to let me die because I was too much of a "burden",
Yet you keep me in vain to preserve the memories you've made up in ur head of what "happiness"looks like.
How twisted are YOUR roots stop trying to untangle mine.
I lay here and day dream about Someone out there that would love me through all the stages I go through.
the highs and lows
the "flaws"and thorns.
that they'd find beauty in them regardless of todays standards.
then and only then would I want to be a memory in a picture frame.
please don't replace me and make me watch from glass...
Where are you?
I would do anything to be with you..
Let me decompose in your arms as you hold me tightly.
rip me away from my roots, I don't care.
I just want to be used.
I can be used for all your events.
people will gawk at me in awe and you'll be given all the glory.
even if that means I'm abused with lack of water and no room to grow.
at least I was yours.
Do I amuse you?
Do I make you smile?
Am I enough pity?
Do I bring you to tears?
yet alone pure happiness?
Or am I just that too easy to obtain and give away then Thrown away at any slight of flaw.
I am a flower.
I'm not a bouquet as I can't offer you so much color nor do I come whole but ripped apart and split into two
black and white.
Do you still find beauty in me even if I'm colorless?
I promise you I'm the most vibrant flower you've ever see on my brightest days.
Will you still keep the thumbtacks in the wall holding up my ripped petals after I'm gone?
Will you force me out of the darkness into sunlight when Im unable to grow?
Or will you let me die without any light in my life?
I am a flower
I crave purpose.. even if that means I'm nothing but a flower to you.
