The Flower

As the time passes by season to season. I wait and wonder if this flower will ever grow. Planted so many times what seemed to be the right place , but once again it was not right at all. Struggling to blossom so it can show its color and beauty to the one that matters most of all. Thirsting for the warmth of the sun , starving for the attention , not really asking for much at all. So many times it felt so right , but things would change so quickly in the middle of the night and all would be lost. Slowly it would wither till there was no hope of blossoming one day. As the time passes by tears fill my eyes and there is nothing left to say. I only know that this flower will grow , but not this way. It must be cared for and understood , loved and nourished so it will blossom and grow stronger , more beautiful then any flower you've ever known. Will this flower ever grow? This is something I do not know. Sad as it may seem, it's even sadder to me , That I am that flower that will never grow , didn't you know ? TC