Your Garden

You once said I was your rose
In a garden filled with daisies
I believed every single one of your words
Because they were uttered with love
Oh so lovingly
Then you cut down my thorns
And suddenly I wasn’t your rose anymore
I was just another discarded thing
Among your pile of framed up flowers
How silly of me
To think I was the only flower
You would ever care for

– a.h.

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