Take me for granted all you want.
I am nothing
but a small little plant,
everyday hoping for water to come to me,
for me to grow and be beautiful.
I am beautiful now
but watch me,
as you forget to water me,
I become less colorful,
Less attractive, less useful and needed.
I will be forgotten and become withered.
The sad part is,
you don't attempt to bring me back.
You throw me away
like everyone else has before.
YOU ARE READING
It's an Understatement
PoetryBeginning to end, there is no real story line, there is just an abundance of poems place into one page.
