I am a weed
You once had so much faith in me,a flower you said you wouldn’t let wilt .A flower you thought for sure would, without proper nurture .You watered me words, and trimmed my thorns tended my soil, gave me sun and placed me in your quaint little garden.But you failed to see that I was a weed. I just kept growing and you just kept hoping and once I grew so tall, you didn’t understand at all that I was just an invasive weed .I looked at you, and looked at me I didn’t see blooms, not even a petal I was bore from a bulb, a bulb of trouble. No not a seed ,I’m just a weed.I cry because I failed to be and I ended up making you unhappy. I cry because I’m a weed, you had to rip up,sadly I’ve been uprooted, that’s okay with me I apologize to you ever so deeply I didn’t mean to commit deceit I honestly didn’t know that I was a weedAnd that all your flowers Fell victim to my sproutings I couldn’t stop growing andnow your hard gardening isn’t looking so fun because your lotus garden is now a garden of weeds.