How does it feel
To own a flower
By controlling
Everything she does,
By destroying
All that she loves
Just so she
Makes you feel okay
How does it feel
To hurt her
By clipping and clipping
All her pretty leaves
Till none are left to see
By using and abusing her
Just so you can look
at a pretty flower sometime
And you can ignore
Your little plant
On the window seal
But someday
Without a drink —
She will die,
And the only thing to blame
Will be all of your shame
And you can control
Your little plant
And smother,
Her with water
But someday —
She will drown,
And it truly is a shame
that only you'll be to blame
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