you used your tools
to dig up my garden
killed off the weeds
that made the ground harden
you planted flowers
made them come alive
soon they were growing
no more struggling to survive
soon you noticed
they were growing stronger
you needed to control them
or they wouldn't need you much longer
so you started
withholding your love and care
planting your own weeds
you left the flowers dying there
then you used your tools
to dig up my garden
killing off all the flowers
why?
why did your heart harden?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can hardly stand that i don't know the whole picture, the story behind the story, if there is one. but, in any case, i really enjoyed this. very creative. nice rhyming. thanks.