bloom ( The Garden )

you wear more to be seen
less hidden
i saw you tearing roots
out off the soil
you are half naked
half an evil
i keep putting seeds into the ground
you crawl twice as much out
and then punish me
for not being good enough
ask me to spend nights in the gardens
to take away my chance to use my chlorophyll
and from the little i breathe out
you take all without regards
drink all of my water
think it is right for me to dry
beacause you can not give me more
not even your time
in letters you metion
beautiful flowers blooming in the hills
the scent and the colors
you admire them you cherish them for their nature
tell me why can't i be like that
and i cry all the time
because you do not understand
oh the envy i can not show
out of it nothing can grow
i feed on the love i hold for you
one put in a jar and kept for years
i am running out of it
i am running out of the former
i know one day you are going to ask me to give you my fruit
to make a pie for someone else, greater to you
and i am not going to have much to offer to you
but my heart
all my effort is just nothing compared to beauty
of those roses in the hills
if you won't stop keeping me from the sun
i am going to die
without a single thank you
from your mouth
nothing more i care about...