Dead Flowers

I Planted the Seeds over a year ago
Anxious to see them Grown With the Love and Passion I desired
but only they knew the truth
keeping it blind from me
With there Potential Beauty

I patiently waited for the results of my labour
Each Day filled with bliss and hopeful thinking
Though despite my tender sprinklings of water
the sun Never gave them a chance.

My thoughts of hope grew by days
Which turned into nights of love
Which clustered to weeks of sorrow
Which filled my months of deep emotions
And left with me to a year of disappointment

Then One day, I'd lost faith My Flowers Weren't Blossoming and
I could only Blame the two hands before me

I grabbed the Soil that surrounded them with rage
And Threw them at the green Stems

The Green Stems I soon Saw Were filled with
Uncontrollable Lies
Unbearable defeat
A well thought out fear
To do nothing but torture me with a vision of a better tomorrow

But no matter how hard I threw the dirt
How hard it was to bear the unwanted truth
I continued to Sprinkle the ever needing water
my labouring love did grow some unneeded weeds
They enjoyed the gift I gave
They Treated me in return with a bright yellow flower that I Remembered from My childhood.

The Weeds may have not been what I wanted
But they comforted me in the idea of Love
and whom Am I not To settle for Second best
When my dreams were crushed by meaningless Stems?

Yet the fact still remained
That I was still scared of the power of the weedsThe way they spurt into more seeds and could grow all over my lawn
And create a sea of unhealthy yellow I could not deny the fact
I Still Loved My Flowers
Wither they were dead or not
and even If they were they were dead to the world With the sight of the human eye
I Saw them with my Heart
and my Heart wasn't Willing to let them go

Even If I do move on from my beloved Flowers
I will never be able to let go of that first love
The Love of a brighter tomorrow