Its like I say to everyone "Who would pick a daisy in a field full of roses?"
No one unless they were mad
I mean really who wants a stupid daisy that will wilt And rot?
Who wouldn't want some pretty red bunches with vivid chrimson?
But beauty is pain and roses have thorns.
U touch them ever so gently
Then you bleed in return
Agian and again till your fingers give up.
And then agian the
gardeners
Could have picked me...............