I am like a dandelion <br />Once pretty now ugly <br />and pieces of me fly away. <br />Either way i am a weed. <br />Pretending to be a flower doesn't change that. <br />I'm not valued or thought highly by florists, <br />but strangely I've found one that likes me.... <br />Now I'm holding onto my pieces, and growing backwards, <br />but I don't mind..... <br />I was a weed, <br />but a perfect weed, <br />At one time....... <br />You take me back to that time, <br />Bit by bit, piece by piece <br />Very slowly you steal me back from the wind and more. <br /> Eventually I'll be a beautiful weed, <br />and everyone can admire your work, <br />Maybe then they would change their minds, <br />and won't think of me as a weed. <br />Then maybe, just maybe, <br />I would change my mind too. <br />And then I'd be a true flower.<br /><br />Brittany Graviet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dandelion-16/
