Posed like a rose

And suddenly there wasn't enough room for me in her garden.
I wasn't good enough to stay forever.  
 
The rose said she chose the cactus over the dandelion.  
She said "like me he has thorns"
 
I asked if love was ever really supposed to hurt me like the pretty rose when I held on to tightly.  
 
From time to time a new flower would enter the garden.
She welcomes the honey locust next  
Stating "his yellow flowers are my favorite shade dispite the thorns that rip my pretty petals"
 
On bad days or stormy weather the dandelion was allowed to perk up  
But only outside her flower bed.  
That's where the real flowers lived.
Not me
 
 
But just like a rose ,dandelions roots run deep.
Just like the rose  
The dandelion could make someone smile  
 
Rose before I go I must ask
When I was there to hold you  
Why wouldn't you trim your thorns?