Thomas King Poet Rhyme

If Only I Were a Flower

Torn from your life 
Like a weed from a garden, 
Not caring of my feelings 
Or even asking my pardon. 

Mindlessly dislodged 
And left to wither and die, 
Not even given the chance 
To tell you goodbye. 

My love no longer worthy, 
My caring no longer wanted, 
And the pain that I feel 
I will forever be haunted. 

But I hold tight to my resolve 
And hold my head high 
As I choke down the tears 
And refuse now to cry. 

I know in my heart 
Even after I’m gone, 
My love for you still 
Forever lives on. 

It lives in the soil 
Where my roots still remain, 
Tattered and torn 
But alive just the same. 

So like a weed in a garden 
It will grow once again, 
In the same exact spot 
Where once I had been. 

It will grow strong and proud 
Replenished and new, 
With kindness and caring 
To give only to you. 

To watch over and protect you 
And give you its love, 
As I painfully watch you 
From the heavens above. 

If only I were a flower 
Succulent and ornate, 
Maybe I would not have had 
To suffer this fate.

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