2005-04-05 - 9:36 a.m.
She hands you a bouquet of dandelions and doesn't warn you they're weeds.
So, you never think to pay attention to how the roots have grown so deep into your soil that they destroy all possibility for life, growth, or fertility.
She hands you a bouquet of dandelions and tells you they're flowers. You agree, this means she loves you. You marvel at her dedication to the task, her thoughtfulness. You look at the petals and compare them to sunlight while your roses and lillies and violets wither away.
She hands you a bouquet of dandelions and tells you they're friendship. You believe, thank her, and slowly die inside.
