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If Flowers Could Cry
If flowers could cry
In lushful green gardens
Where each flower has a name
Will always be a dandelion
Wishing for a place
Invasive, annoying, a huge waste of time
Is what the flowers brush off to the dandelion
Oh what a negative state of mind
Though some flowers mean it
Others do not
But they dont tell the dandelion
No, they do not
And when rain starts to pour
and the sky is all grey
The flowers have hope
That the sun will come by soon with its rays
But the dandelion does not
It does not wish that at all
Because rain and sun is what makes flowers flourish after all
But like the dandelion expected
The sun came out anyway
And the flowers all shook, they danced
And they swayed
The dandelion stood still
Not happy at all
With not a single movement, groove, shuffle, or secret dance move to pull off
The dandelion sat there day after day
And watched as the flowers got picked and put into bouquets
But when the dandelion was seen
People winced and sighed
Saying something close to the words
I wish these things never came by
Now all alone in this garden
The dandelion stayed
With no hope and not a care
Of how anything worked in any way
Until one day
A surprise had sprung
And a little child stared at the dandelion
With curiosity and awe
The dandelion couldnt beleive it
No it couldnt believe its eyes
Was it possibly good enough?
Atleast in one persons eyes?
The dandelion got picked and swayed in delight
But once it looked down
It had quite a fright
A rose in the distance
All alone and confused
Wondered if anyone knew what it was like in their shoes
But the rose was too far for anyone to notice
And the dandelion knew exactly what that meant
Alone the rose would wilt and die
And guilty the dandelion felt
To realize that even roses cry
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This peice speaks about how everyone has their own problems and has their own goal of just trying to live day after day chasing after a solution to that problem till it becomes a routine and life you are unhappy with. Sometimes when that routine breaks and you become happy, you realize everyone else has problems that might even be bigger than yours around you, which can cause you to feel guilty.