I am the dandelion that looks at you
while you're picking roses
I am the dandelion that smiles at you
helping you choose which rose to pick
I am the dandelion that scatters in the wind
with just one breath of you
I am the dandelion who's fully aware
that I'm the kind of flower you will never pick
I am the dandelion that you keep passing by
I am the dandelion who will never catch your eye.
april 2016