She was a garden.
I was just a flower
Small and unnoticed in the
Fields of beauty
She was a garden,
I was just a flower.
She had more to offer
She had prettier petals,
Strong stems and
Me?
I was just plain to the eye, a flower
That you’d rather crunch than care for a
Flower that nobody knew the name of and
A flower that nobody cared for.
She might have had a whole garden
But I was a flower
That had better intentions than the field
Would’ve ever had for you.
So all I ask of you, handsome is
To look deep into my petals
And read my story
Before you run into the field of roses,
Because who knows?
Roses have lots of thorns.