When I was sobering, he added me a laugh.
When I was withering, he had showered me a bath.
He planted me, cared for me, watered me everyday.
Yet, when I guilt being thin, green and ugly
he flattered me everyday.
Well now I have buds in me,
with thorns and heavy leaves.
One day I will bloom,
Is that all what he believes?
He sees me and touches me every morning and eave.
He changes my places often, sometimes here and sometimes their.
Though, I carry painful stories and yet nobody to share.
Buds in my body hurts me the most.
Peircing through me all they do is burst.
Thorns in me grows thicker and yet sharper to hurt.
Yet I admire my thorns rather than the buds.
Cause my beauty has strength and nobody to trust.
In the world of hatred, where I would have been lost.
He tried harder to save me whatever it costs.
Cause ,Am I the one, whom he loved the most??
Or else there’s someone whom he love the next?
Eager to make love and hurried to text.
Or else when he is at anger,
Am I the only one, for him to manifest..?
I had a lot of stories to tell them and lessons to teach.
Letting them stop, zoom and then resume.
Before my buds are ready to groom.
Until my buds are brave enough to bloom..

Plant me everyday, and I will bloom your life.???????
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#staygreen
#loveplants