The flower

He grew her into a flower
Then left her with no sun
He even took the water
Making it impossible to run

Her roots are left to dry
Her petals left to fall
Her stem, nothing but empty
She knew she'd never grow tall

He said he didn't mean to
He said he didn't know
But he knew that watering the flower
Would make that fucking thing grow

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