Plant Poetry

07 October, 2016

. . . is exactly what you think it is. A burst of inspiration I felt one day and wrote down in my notes.

How dare you wilt
Right in front of me,
When my petals have already gone.

How dare you crumble
At my feet,
When I'm already dust.

Your cloud of insecurity
Is not match for the storm
Beneath my doorstep.


You grow where I wilt,
You bloom where I fall,
I thought you were merely a seed.

I can't help but wonder,
If you were always a garden,
But I'm planted as merely a weed.


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