I wrote this poem sort of because of Valentine's Day, and other random depression things. Good? Bad? Comments? Anything you have to say is welcome.

Wildflowers

The summer comes, we slowly wake
The flowers softly yawning
I blink, and stretch, and turn my face
To see the new day dawning

And yet I feel there's something wrong
I see the others glare
I tremble, frightened, look away
But still I feel them stare

All confused, I try to speak
But they don't seem to want me
I can't understand what they say
There's something I can't see

The rest of them have all been picked
Winds take a chilling tone
Winter's first songs blow right through me
I sit and wait alone

My petals drop off
Slowly my head droops too
I close my eyes, don't fear the end
It's time to say adieu

I sink to earth with one last moan
And while I lay there dying
I see the truth inside my soul-
I am a dandelion.