All gardeners,
plant seeds in the intention
of watering them with attention
every day
every hour
making it grow with happiness
let them harness the joy of living
living with joy of attention
while I stand there attention less
I'm just a weed in the garden of roses
the pedals from my broken soul fall to the ground
Nector of pain drops all around
The buzzing of bee's wishing of my death
These flowers,I have yet to disspose
I try to grow colorful
but im too gullible that I could look like the rainbow
so I try to grow bigger
eager to be taller than a tree
but then I wake up
i wake up and realized
I'm just another weed to the gardner
a weed that wants to be a sunflower just to be picked from the ground i call home
the sunflower that you put in your hair
I didn't like yellow but now I see it and now it shines above, not at all mellow
I die slowly
sinking
drowning in my tears of jealously
the gardner smiles at them
yet frowns at me
my broken heart,I'm left in the dark,I'm playing the part
the part of a weed
with a dream to be a flower
trust me I still have that dream
I just want to be remembered
-a.used.human
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