But Was A Flower

Oh sweet flower of mine,

As I see you lay upon the counter,

Withering.

And how the water I brought you,

Shined the brightest of your colors,

But now a faded Grey.

For I didnt take care of you,

Correctly water the stems,

And the seeds went dry,

The foundation started to decay.

And what had grown was a remorsed lie.

I went crazy,

Dare I lose you?

I thought not,

So I drowned you.

With tainted water that had false nutrients.

Trying to fix and forget about the past mistakes,

But the soil was already tampered with,

And now the dirt you were planted in,

Is just an ash Grey.

And now all I do is cast a shade upon you.

Oh, how I want you to see the sun again,

How I'd love to see you grow,

And trust anew.

You're so delicate,

And your thorns tough,

And surly your roots are buried deep.

You'll stand your ground.

No matter how badly stepped upon.

Its so hard to breathe now,

Knowing that I cut off your supply,

And doing so ruining my own.

Because, without you breathing becomes so faint.

And all together losing the appetite for air.

Oh flower, how I wish you to bloom again!

And show those wonderful colors you posses.

Maybe in another season,

Where the sun has forgotten its rotation,

And things could just shine again.

But now, I stare at this empty vial that you were once in.

If only the sun light could have cured the wrongs I've done to you.

You'd no longer shrivel with dampened leaves.

Oh sweet lost flower, how sorry I truly am.

Maybe in a different light, you can grow once more,

And shine those beautiful colors that you once did for me,

Whether or not its I who sees.