I am the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete.
A beautiful marigold, reminding others of sunshine
But I am still deadly, filled with bitter dandelion milk.
No matter how pretty.
I am still,
Just
A
Weed.
I killed your hopes and dreams
but... How?
I am the very thing that makes them come true.
I fly peoples wishes in the wind.
No matter how magical.
I am still,
Just
A
Weed.
I come back after every **** spray that decays me down to a black, ashy, flower imprint on the sidewalk.
I sprout back with more sunny flowers and more wish seeds.
I have rooted myself.
No matter what you do
I will always
Grow.
Your honey-colored nightmare.
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
I am the weeds growing between the cracks in the concrete.
A beautiful marigold, reminding others of sunshine
But I am still deadly, filled with bitter dandelion milk.
No matter how pretty.
I am still,
Just
A
Weed.
I killed your hopes and dreams
but... How?
I am the very thing that makes them come true.
I fly peoples wishes in the wind.
No matter how magical.
I am still,
Just
A
Weed.
I come back after every **** spray that decays me down to a black, ashy, flower imprint on the sidewalk.
I sprout back with more sunny flowers and more wish seeds.
I have rooted myself.
No matter what you do
I will always
Grow.
Your honey-colored nightmare.
Eat Me. I'm bitter.
