Oh how I wish to be in a feild of golden dandelions
To share a story with you one last time
Yet I know that can't be
At least, not yet
Maybe
Perhaps when I take my last breath
I could tell you the story
A story filled with laughter and Tears
Of pain and glory
The joy and the agony
Of the friendships and Emptiness
One of longing and of hope
A story that brings happiness to those who listen
With love and jealousy mixed
Perhaps we'll meet in that golden field
Sparkling honey jewels
Shining in the light of the brilliant sun
As the birds play in the trees
Perhaps one day I'll make it there
To sit at your side
To smile and talk with you again
Perhaps
When the time is right
It wouldn't be that bad
To die in that field
To die in that field of golden dandelions
With a crown of sweet flowers apon my head
Just as you were that day
But for now the field is barren
And for now I must stay.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
