Flower Poem by Zane Lewis

I've had so many more than you
But your my newest and my best one too

Each flower had a thorn of its own
Except for you but your blossom hasn't shown

I've picked them to quickly, way before they were ready
I've had some to keep, staying steady

I've killed a few with my touch
I've had others grow in a rush

I've watched some blossom and bloom
I've watched too many escape because I didn't have room

but this one i thought was at the top
But it never took off it grew with a stop

Your not growing on me your only there
And I'm stopped watching with a stare

Do I clip it now and watch it die
Or do I let it go and watch it fly

Either way I'm afraid of the same
The flower is hurt, with me to blame

I can cut it now, watch it fade to black
But cutting it now will cause it to never come back

Is it fair to promise it to fly
When i know in the end I'm going to cut its leaves and watch it die