I've only known you for a few months.
I don't even know you well.
You weren't anything in that week away in August,
just someone I would see everyday.
But you started to know my name and I liked that.
We never had the chance to have a conversation,
just a few exchanged words here and there.
I felt lucky to be in your presence,
and felt lucky that you were taking time to talk to me.
I want to be closer with you and have a friendship
that could last even after you're gone.
I want to be important in your life
like I know you'll be in mine.
And so I'll wait,
until our friendship blooms like a flower on a branch
and stay in blossom
no matter how hard the upcoming fall will try and pull it away.
We can be and will be
something beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions are Flowers
PoetryWhen you hear, "weed" you can't help but think of all of the bad things. But when you hear, "flower" you think of all of the good things. Why should dandelions be full of the bad, when they can be full of the good?
