Beauty

Beauty on the outside is only skin deep,
While Beauty on the inside runs for miles,
So why is it that people only except the shell?

Beauty is like a rose,
You get cut on their thorny personality
Just so you can hold their beautiful petals,
Just to get a smell of their sweet fragrance,

Even though you get pricked,
You still pick,

But what about those dandelions,
They are so small,
So quiet,
And not as beautiful as a rose,

They have bright colours
Wanting the same attention as the thorny rose,
Yet they still go unnoticed,
Treated like a weed,
Ripped out for a mere second than thrown away,

Forgotten,

But they had roots too,
They had feelings.

Im one of those dandelions,
I lost my roots,
My colour,

Just to make more room for those
Blood red,
Thorny roses,

That too, will one day loose their colour,
But at the moment,
Your to busy with your bleeding fingers, your bleeding heart,
To notice their beauty fading,

Just like that tiny. bright. dandelion.