i was planted, nurtured
and gorged myself
on my mother's love, some sort of fertilizer
i grew, where and when
they thought i wouldn't
and i thrived
i bloomed
and i was beautiful
you cannot touch me
i wilted,
i fell down, but my daughters know what to do
but i will come back
my thorns will be remembered
alongside my beauty
but that doesn't matter anymore
you can cut my flowers down,
but you cannot keep spring
from coming
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
i was planted, nurtured
and gorged myself
on my mother's love, some sort of fertilizer
i grew, where and when
they thought i wouldn't
and i thrived
i bloomed
and i was beautiful
you cannot touch me
i wilted,
i fell down, but my daughters know what to do
but i will come back
my thorns will be remembered
alongside my beauty
but that doesn't matter anymore
you can cut my flowers down,
but you cannot keep spring
from coming
