Growing in the greenery
you criticized my wildness.
Plucked me from my bush
and stripped me of my thorns;
On display on a mantlepiece
you said,
“There. That’s better.”
and slowly but surely
I wilted.
Growing in the greenery
you criticized my wildness.
Plucked me from my bush
and stripped me of my thorns;
On display on a mantlepiece
you said,
“There. That’s better.”
and slowly but surely
I wilted.
