If people were flowers
you would be a forget-me-not,
and you would be put into pretty glass vases,
and watered each day,
and admired by everyone who looked at you.

If people were flowers
I would be a dandelion;
perhaps a flower in some eyes,
but a **** in most,
and children will pluck me from the ground
and ******* into the air
and make wishes on me
that will never come true,
and I will only be watered
from the **** killer
that pours upon me
like acid rain,
and I will only be admired
by the sad-eyed children
with the unfulfilled wishes.

When I see a rose, I see it pass with time,

And slowly I start to realize as my life follows behind.
When I see a rose, I see beauty in its simplest form,
Wearing those survival scars proudly from the storm.
When I see a rose, I see all the pain it can cause.
With thorns like steal it forces those to take a metaphorical pause
When I see a rose, I see the pain that lies within
Cutting off the roses’ lifeline should be considered sin
When I see a rose, I see as the world kills it.
Slowly but surely the beauty’s wounds catch up with it.
When I see a rose, I see, well I see hope and love inside
What do you see when you see a rose?