I let you pick my flowers that bloomed
Spring was beautiful
and Summer was too.
But when Autumn came
Grey skies revealed the truth
And there was nothing I could do
Leaves browned and my flowers disappeared
My roots bare and my scars were revealed
My truth undressed for you to see
Instead of loving me
You would cowardly flee
As soon as the last flower is plucked
The last leaf has fallen
When there’s nothing left to look at… but… me.
Who will love me through the winter season?
Who will love what’s underneath?
They only appreciate the flowers that bloom.
Not the barren roots, held together by hope
under dark skies of gloom.