The Vigilante Of Clockwork

Dandelion's Wish

Falling right where the sun meets the grass,

Closing your eyes,

Still picturing the scenery behind the glass.

Make a wish,

Then let it blow away.

Show a smile,

Then let the shadows lead the way.

It's the kind of silence that your used to,

When pencil hits the paper,

You're oblivious to the whispers, Dreaming like you used to.

It's the kind of fears that you've always had,

When the rain meets the skin,

You're wide awake, Running from the night while you can,

Apologizing over everything,

Pleading guilty,

A clockwork heart ticking to the beat of misery.

Ticking to the beat of a different kind of victory.

So one wish made,

And let the wind steal the sparks,

The little white clouds of a silent cry,

The Dandelion's wish,

To believe, to have a part, To truly say "I'm Fine."

Victoria xX