My heart is like an empty stage like a camellia,
longing for someone who'll stay by my side,
embracing me for who I am,
but no one wants to play the role of being mine.
I once had this man,
but just like a dandelions,
I'm hoping for him to comeback.
I'm growing to be a better one,
but when the right time comes,
that he's really not coming back'
I will let myself heal and move forward,
and embrace my future one.
So this time let me be a daffodil,
let me embrace a new beginning,
forgiveness and vitality.
Just like William Wordsworth poem,
"A host, of golden daffodils;
beside the lake,
beneath the trees,
fluttering and dancing in the breeze."
