I'd prefer Dandilions

sometimes i wonder if dandilions get jealous of roses. 1

With their soft petals of luxiouis red velvet, texture reminiscent of skin, 2

their smell wafting through the air, the most alluring scent of perfume.3

The flower of love4

passion5

of two bodies entangled between bedsheets6

of a innocent kiss under a sky with a million glinting pinpricks reflecting the world beyond and what wonders it may have. 7

And the dandilion is , after all, only a weed. 8

No one writes poems comparing the love of their life, 9

the light in the dark, 10

to a weed. 11

There is no perfume labeled "Dream of a Dandilion"12

There are no photos of it nestled in folds of snow white as the moon. 13

No body looks at a danilion and considers it beautiful.14

But roses dont sprout wildly and abruptly through a field of restless summer grass,15

splotches of rampant yellow against the green, so bright it hurts my eyes but cures my soul.16

Roses dont grow at the edge of concrete, trying so hard to live (in complete anomity. Nobody notices the struggle or commends the silent victory.)17

Roses arent soft against your cheek. 18

Roses have thorns.19

And besides.20

You cant make a wish on a rose.