I have to admit
We're all pretty
I can't blame people
If they wanna pick us
But after the white is gone
All that's left is a ugly weed stem
You throw us on the ground after you make a wish
Who said we can grant wishes?
We're just pretty things in fields and lawns
After you pick all of us
The field will be boring
No more "wishes"
Just let us be
We're just dandelions
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The photo is not mine, I simply found it off Google. Credits to the rightful owner. ~M
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This is what comes from my mind
PoetryI wanted to share some poems I wrote, I don't think they're amazing. But you might so if you'd like you can check some of my poems out :3
