I watered her
But she said it was too much
That I was drowning her
I sheltered her from herself
But she said that was unnecessary
That I did not accept her
I pruned her like she asked
But she told me to stop
That she liked those parts of her
I showed her the sun
But she begged to be back in the shades
It was just too bright
I did all that she asked of me
But she was never pleased
It was never enough
And then I stopped
She cried that I had abandoned her
It was never enough
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The Sunflower
PoesíaI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
