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.