You plant me
In your garden of love.
But why choose me
When there are so many to pick from?
I'm just a lonely flower.
No company to be found.
I water myself with my tears.
So just let me be and let me drown.
I'm just a dark flower.
No color is present here.
I just sit here and worry.
Let me dwell in all my fear.
I'm just a sick flower.
I'm not like all the rest.
I sit here and hurt myself.
And that's my only quest.
I'm just a hurt flower.
With scars to tell my past.
But also present day too.
That old day was not the last.
But I, the lonely, dark, sick, and hurt,
Will try to stand above.
For you love me so dearly,
And forever hold me in your garden of love.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
You plant me
In your garden of love.
But why choose me
When there are so many to pick from?
I'm just a lonely flower.
No company to be found.
I water myself with my tears.
So just let me be and let me drown.
I'm just a dark flower.
No color is present here.
I just sit here and worry.
Let me dwell in all my fear.
I'm just a sick flower.
I'm not like all the rest.
I sit here and hurt myself.
And that's my only quest.
I'm just a hurt flower.
With scars to tell my past.
But also present day too.
That old day was not the last.
But I, the lonely, dark, sick, and hurt,
Will try to stand above.
For you love me so dearly,
And forever hold me in your garden of love.
