Stolen Bloom | November 28, 2016

You planted rose seedsIn poorly tilled soilAlthough (like nature in springtime)I bloomedYou preened my leavesCut through my thornsYou made meSomething worth marveling in once more...Then you picked my petalsTook me from the sunshineWhy didn't you tend to the soilWhy did you you pluck my petalsI could never put down roots after you