Unpicked

Like the last rose on the bush,
I wish to be admired,
I crave attention,
I need affection.

Like the last flower unpicked,
Wilted, I search for a lover,
Someone who will not pick me,
Because a flower picked is a flower killed.

How to Know You're Not in Love:

He tells you that you are overreacting,
He refuses to listen to you,
You wonder where his soul went
You wonder why you are unhappy
He picks fights over everything
You let him win
You wonder what you ever did to him.

Dandelion

Dandelion,
Frowned upon,
Looked down upon,
You are said to be a weed,
Nothing more than grass,
But you have class,
A flower blooming as the rest do,
A miniature marigold perhaps,
I see the beauty in your petite stem,
In your soft, supple petals.
I see the simplicity of But you have class,
A flower blooming as the rest do,
A miniature marigold perhaps,
I see the beauty in your petite stem,
In your soft, supple petals.
I see the simplicity of your colours,
Green, symbolizing wealth,
Yellow, brilliance.
I refuse to acknowledge that anyone else is right,
Because I choose to see your beauty;
Your light