Baby I’m a wildflower who grew in your garden,
among the orchards and the snowdrops from the winter.
I was your lucky little weed.
A daisy whose petals you could pluck at
to figure out who you loved.
Dreamt with me tangled up in your golden grown.
Kept me on a chain, wrapped around your wrist.
Or maybe I was a dandelion,
you blew out into the wind
longing for something else.
But you wasted your wishes on a dream,
lost your breath on an unwanted thing.
Until I was gone
My seeds infect the ground,
like a delightful disease.
Pretty girls snap my neck
and dance with me wrapped in their hair.
Little girls pull me apart and woefully
dream of their true loves.
Old girls cut me from their homes
and throw me away to die
I fall all around.
Pearl petals, sun centre.
My stalk filled with envy,
of roses, lilies and those beautiful bluebells;
all wrapped up in a bouquet, given to the
pretty woman in white.
I’m a fool for caring to much.
A diamond cut from nature
who was called a weed.