The Rose and the Weed

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.