Was born to bloom

Was I as lovely as a flower, that you chose to pluck me?

But wasn't I born to bloom?

From being under the surface of Earth, I was hoping to come in direct contact with the air.

But when I did, you made me realise tranquility was beneath the surface.

Did beauty draw your fingers near, or the warmth I dared to show?

But petals wilt in selfish hands,

not meant to cage but see I was not made for vases,

Love,

I was made to bloom wild and free.