Stolen Bloom | November 28, 2016

You planted rose seeds
In poorly tilled soil

Although (like nature in springtime)
I bloomed

You preened my leaves
Cut through my thorns

You made me
Something worth marveling in once more

Then you picked my petals
Took me from the sunshine

Why didn’t you tend to the soil
Why did you you pluck my petals

I could never put down roots after you

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