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Click hereThe Flower I am
Just a flower I am
Growing between the cracks
Of humanity
Full of life and vibrant
Absorbing the sun, the rain...
Weathering the wind and the storms
Brought upon me
People step over me and on me...
They look at me
Think I am pretty
They pick me
And take me home
Try to love me
Feed me and water me
And yet I die...
So...better to have left me alone?
To weather life’s elements?
And never know love?
Or better to know of love
And feel the pain of dying
In the youth of my growth...
Why nature says there is
Such a choice...
Why people cannot love
Without possession...
Must I be put upon display?
In a jar? To gaze at?
Am I not alive?
Can you take me home
And love me?
And keep me alive...
Can you not kill me?
Can you?
Can you...
Love me alive and
Make me safe?
Can I be yours?
Your flower?
Can I still feel the sunshine
And your love?
Can I stretch to the sky
And grow and be me?
Let me live...
Let me love you...
Let me...
Let me...