The Flower Blooms A Thorne Poem by chris schwartz

She never asked for flowers,
Her garden was planted
All on her own.
Sowed with the seeds you planted
She nurtured them like her own.
She never asked for sunshine
Until the rain washed away the soil
She never asked for garden gloves
Though her loving hands
Worshipped you and spoiled
The heart of a criminal.

Oh, the beauty she gave to you
Eight pedals blown away
On a thorny stem
She's reminded of
Everyday,
She laid the last bloom
On her memory
Of yesterday
Like a flower
In the Wind.

She never offered forgiveness
But forgiveness wasn't given her
From the nights your lackluster lavender
Nearly choked her
With its faux pearl.
Now you're lying,
In the same dark earth
I planted my roses on
Now you're crying,
At the same misery
You fell upon
With your heart
Of a criminal.