I was the flower that longed to be loved
Dried and dying quietly crying chloroplast tears
Broken stem, parted petals trembling
Against the harsh summer winds
Longing for soft soil and gentle rain
To nourish me and wash away my pain
The last lost rose in a broken garden
Still wanting what I never had
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
I was the flower that longed to be loved
Dried and dying quietly crying chloroplast tears
Broken stem, parted petals trembling
Against the harsh summer winds
Longing for soft soil and gentle rain
To nourish me and wash away my pain
The last lost rose in a broken garden
Still wanting what I never had
