Flowergirl

I am soft, but not
that soft, I swear
my tongue is laced
with barbwire
and rose thorns,
sometimes there aren't even
any petals, they've all
wilted
I am sweet, but not
that sweet, I swear
there is rot
beneath this
lilac sweetness

I am a dandelion, bright
yellow, brilliant enough
to catch
the eye, sweet enough
for any bird or bee
or butterfly
to kiss, but
in the end it is
the lilacs
and the roses that
are lovely enough
to pick