Free Cee As This Plant Rants

AS THIS PLANT RANTS I am but a rose that froze Despite the hunger of August's heat And each evening my hatred grows Since your beauty claimed my defeat I am but a wilted willow worn My leaves like tears fallen to the ground As I curse the day when you were born And I am a fool your selfishness found I am but an oak that broke Each branch snapped by your decree You were the winter who speciously spoke And now I am but a dry and dying tree No water can replenish what you stole My trunk cannot be strengthened by the richest soil I once stood straight as any pole Until you found this fool to be your foil © 2012 (c) PHREEPOETREE.....~free cee!~