Flowering


You told me I was your flower,
Blooming, bold, beautiful,
And your smile was the sun
that I used to grow.

You sang and spoke to me,
Your guiding hand lifted me up,
It was the most love and care
I would ever come to know.

One day the sun stopped shining,
And your voice was no longer there,
You abandoned me, left me
and my growth began to slow.

It took this old flower forever,
To learn how to thrive on her own,
But now I provide my own sun
and thrive in my self made meadow.

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