Little little weed, oh how you see..
Beauty that's unseen, given through a thousand seeds. Might not be a marvellous scene, but you're a find that is nothing but a treasure.
You are just as admirable as a blooming tree. Granting a wish in every scene yet your little weed is only tossed away. Give and give, but your seeds is all they take. Only for a wish that they don't even dare repay.
Maybe its time for a change, time to see life the way a dandelion sees it. Give and give, only to have nothing but a stolen wish in return.
Don't mind me but i'm done waiting. Waiting for you to say that i am not the one. Just the only one for right now, but i know i wont be the one in the end... Because why pick a dandelion when there are roses all around you begging to be picked. They die waiting, only to be admired by someone like you. Someone who stole a wish from a dandelion that only planted a seed.
