I'm a torn flower waiting for water.
I sit out here alone,
It's like they don't even bother
To care for my roots.
Sometimes I'm out here for hours.
I wilt in the winter
And I'm hidden under the shade
In the spring.
I wanna be restored,
Maybe even implore
My cries.
But sometimes I feel
I am just that same flower
All throughout the seasons,
With no one even to bloom for.
I want to bloom,
Let me bloom.
June 21, 2010
