Once, someone told me I was a like a taraxacum. I was a flower, but no one noticed me. People saw me with a different name. I would never be someone's favorite. Then he entered my life, and he made me feel like a rose. Everyone knows me, people stop and look, and for once, I was someone's favorite.
I fell in love.
He did too.
It wasn't me.
Now I feel like a taraxacum again. Because you made me feel special, then you ruined it. I'm that flower no one loves, or cares for. I'm that flower you step on with out a second thought. Once, I thought I was a rose, oh how stupid I was. Because I was never a rose, I was always a taraxacum.
