I want to lay in the grass
until the dandelions overtake me
wrap my limbs in their roots
their vines in my viens
push petals through my irises
until I don't know where I stop and they begin
until that distinction doesn't matter anymore
maybe then I wouldn't have to do this anymore
ache the way dandelions don't.
maybe the sadness sown into my soul
would fertilise the soil
maybe the dandelions would then grow
all the colours of red that you made me feel
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Vermillion, Scarlet, Merlot.
Poetrymaybe the dandelions would then grow all the colours of red you made me feel ___________________________________ love comes in so many shades, and when I try to paint them, all I have is words. A collection of poetry, short stories and more explori...
