The rose is loved
Unconditionally, blooming in a field
Of dandelions and daisies,
A speck of red against the golden light,
And yet they long to be in the shade
Swaying and curling
In Winter\'s long parade,
The rose wishes to be a weed
Hated but loved not for their beauty,
But here the weed stands
Tall and proud,
Unbroken, unyielding, a speck of brown
They long to feel the sun
To not suffocate
But to live and love,
To be a rose, and have its fun,
So here they live side by side
Unaware
That they both wish for the other\'s life,
But isn\'t that how it always goes?
A wish for a change of skin
Never realizing the shoes they\'re walking in.