Roots
We were plants,
Just you and I.
We watched each other grow every single day.
But one day, someone steps upon me.
My beautiful green leaves that once entwined my stem were no more
And my soft lilac flowers gone.
I asked if you still loved me and you said yes.
For it was not my flowers and leaves you loved so much,
It was my roots.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Me