Feelings

Flowers or weeds?

Do they exceed or are they misdeeds?

Dandelions rise in the night

And yet we deny their cries for the light

Florescent and bright

Only the sun compares

Yellow not white

As you breath their fair airs

Grass to concrete

They survive and thrive

You think I'm beat

Here I stand alive

We fled

Yet you rip me to shreds

Awaiting my impending doom

And yet I rise again

And Bloom

Who would've thought

Dandelions fought

You can too

Push on through