The Plant I Used To Grow

Life just gathered in a pot
Growing toward the ceiling, sitting in one spot
Needing no consoling when things looked at there worst
Never spying the world outside, It's only real curse
(Not that it ever told me so, it was only the plant I used to grow)
Roots so sturdy, in soil not clay
The plant just sat there, no desire to play
Living decoration for a room without a theme
Look how spectacular I am, It's petals seemed to scream
(Not that it ever told me so, it was only the plant I used to grow)
Suddenly wilting leaves and flowers that seemed so brown
To enter into It's presence was to feel so down
It's fading visage so sad it was missing only tears
Which it could not do, as I hadn't watered in years
(Not that it could ever tell me so, it was only the plant I used to grow)