im torn
from the frown
to the ache in my sigh
you cannot see
it is you
plucking my stem
from homely soil
where my roots lie in abandonment
i limp in this vase
you have so carelessly placed
i blossom nevertheless
if to look pretty in captivity
you request
i will make these waters my resting place
i blossom nevertheless
i will make these waters my resting vase
