I have a kindness in me
That blooms and blooms
And it has eyes so wide
That when they gaze upon you
Kindness blossoms and waits
Salivating for opportunities
To be plucked
But those are rare
And more often than not
The petals are left searching for light
In an entirely dark room
And they fall one by one
Until they are kicked underfoot
Trampled, and lost