Dandelions

You move through the air like the wind borne seeds of dandelions

Swaying and shifting, dancing to the tune of the wind of change

Swift and subtle, elegent and enigmatic nonetheless

Leaving behind a field of nothingness

carrying one's hope with each gentle breeze

But your lies lingers like a dormant menace

Anticipating the arrival of your trigger happy mechanism

To eventually reveal the devastating truth about your existence

That you are merely nothing more than just another pretty face in the crowd

Mesmerizingly unforgetable even in death

Hauntingly beautiful but not without its scars

In the end, dandelions are nothing more than just another pesky weed

Only fooling around with you to do their deeds

When you no longer serve a purpose

It'll leave your side

with a gush of a strong breeze

P/S:- So dandelions, you are tolerated but not welcome.