The Things We Do For Love

A rose & A Dandelion;I begged and craved for a love I would never receive. Peeking my nose into flowers that my garden could never grow. I sprinkled my seeds across a man who would never appreciate my own growth. Loving him was like watering a dessert; pointless. I tried to be the sun to brighten up his day... but while he danced with dandelions I stayed there faithful; a rose who didn't move no thorns and no screws I chose to be this fool. The things we are willing to do for love. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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