let's hope you see,
the way you make me feel,
I give so much and you spit thorns in my face,
drag me to compost and let me stink until you need more seeds,

when you take roses from my garden,
you always take some sunflowers too,
when I lock away the seeds,
it's a cycle,

now the season is changing,
and it won't change until you learn,
that this garden ain't  free