Dandelion

I am the ugly duckling.

I’ve watched as boy after boy came up to my two sisters, asking them for a dance or striking a conversation with them. I’ve watched as their cheeks blushed prettily; their giggles easily escaping their lips. I feel no envy.

I’ve been used to it. After all, they are such roses. I’m a mere dandelion.

It no longer bothers me how I’m always overlooked. It’s always been that way.

Up until you arrived and noticed me, anyway.

“Don’t you want a rose?” I ask you out of the blue.

“Why would I? Roses have thorns.”

image credits to an-awkward-little-dino @ Tumblr