you leave me here to dry and rot;
a daisy in the dust.

wallowing in my sorrows,
i beg for your return.

pleading and beseeching
for one more chance
to prove my worth.

it seems as if you only appear
to pluck, pluck, pluck
my petals away.

you leave me petal-less;
to most i'd have no point.

i have to use my senses
to find a better way.

i pray,
i hope,
i dream:
some day someone else will come
and i'll grow new petals,
one-by-one.