Lonely little weed
I feel ignored, like a lonely weed.
Everyone hates me.
I stare into the field of bright new-planted seeds,
And realise what I can be.
I can be a tulip, or maybe a rose.
I can be loved, or picked for a beautiful young lady.
The only thing stopping me, is a hose,
As it lies on me, when it is shady.
As I count the beautiful dandelions that surround me,
I notice ripping and pulling, as I am torn away, separated from the earth.
Gratitude, flying above me, as nobody would just let me be.
Picking violets delicately, I must have been separated at birth.
I wake up, from this horrible dream, only to find beautiful long petals.
I am a rose, a long red luscious creature, no longer, need I battle.
Any ADVICE?! Help me, I don;t know what to do. - Kat Byk.
I feel ignored, like a lonely weed.
Everyone hates me.
I stare into the field of bright new-planted seeds,
And realise what I can be.
I can be a tulip, or maybe a rose.
I can be loved, or picked for a beautiful young lady.
The only thing stopping me, is a hose,
As it lies on me, when it is shady.
As I count the beautiful dandelions that surround me,
I notice ripping and pulling, as I am torn away, separated from the earth.
Gratitude, flying above me, as nobody would just let me be.
Picking violets delicately, I must have been separated at birth.
I wake up, from this horrible dream, only to find beautiful long petals.
I am a rose, a long red luscious creature, no longer, need I battle.
Any ADVICE?! Help me, I don;t know what to do. - Kat Byk.