Like a dandelion, she says, but I am aware that no one likes dandelions
when there are roses and posies, but more importantly: daisies
She says, dandelions are undeveloped daisies,
raggedy old things that catch in your throat and make you cough
While daisies sit elegant on their green pedestals,
admired and cherished by all who may lay eyes on them
She says, dandelions are fleeting things that cannot stay in one place
they scatter and make a mess of things
And I say, but couldn't dandelions be nice too,
they can float, they can fly, see everything from the sky
a flower that can travel all around the world?
She says that I'm a dandelion and she's a daisy.
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