Fading Flower

When the sun was at its peak

And the clouds were all dispersed

You stole my heart just like a thief would steal an elderly woman’s purse

I gifted you my flower while my petals were in full bloom

But you overwhelmed me with power

Stopping the sun from reaching the room

My flower was happy and healthy, gently swaying in the wind

Until your fingers came along and plucked me

Instead of caressing, you made me bend

But my flower still had some dignity

I hoisted myself into the sky

Despite the arrogant seeds that you dropped in me

I still found the oxygen I need to survive

I was an innocent flower

Looking pretty and modest and such

But you smothered me with rain showers

Destroying my roots, it was just too much

Now I’m just a fading flower

Half alive but not quite dead

My petals are wilting by the hour

From the harsh words that you said

The beautiful thing about being a flower

Is that next spring I will grow again…..