I am like a dandelion
Once pretty now ugly
and pieces of me fly away.
Either way i am a weed.
Pretending to be a flower doesn't change that.
I'm not valued or thought highly by florists,
but strangely I've found one that likes me....
Now I'm holding onto my pieces, and growing backwards,
but I don't mind.....
I was a weed,
but a perfect weed,
Monday, September 8, 2008