Your garden
Thouroghly neat and tidied
All of your loves and passions
Lined up carefully in dazzling patterns

Flowers blooming line by line
Except for mine
For autumn has come
Though I am still alive and growing
My roots still firmly fixed
Just bare blooms this chilly season

I thought I was your prized flower
Your favorite plant in this massive garden
But as soon as I was no longer beautiful
With soft colorful petals
You ripped me and my roots right out of your precious soil
Thrown in the trash and never thought of

For you only loved my flowers, not my roots
So when autumn came, you didn’t know what to do

Inspired by unknown quote found on Pinterest: “You fell in love with my flowers, but not with my roots, so when autumn arrived, you didn’t know what to do”