Why is it so hard for the flower to bloom.
Why does she have to beg for room.
She has already spread her roots, and is fertile with happiness.
How do the weeds not see that?
The weeds, they come. And they disguise themselves.
The appear to be a fellow flower, they are polite, they are safe.
But then when the flowers guard has gone down,
the fellow flower strikes.
Not a **** but a poison.
Leaving the flower trapped.
Shedding a few layers,
to just be left alone.
And then Autumn comes and the flower droops with sorrow.