the universe put me in the wrong place,
but i'm not a weed.
i'm simply a dandelion;
growing in a field of daisies.
and i'm waiting for my chance
to be blown away,
born again where i belong,
among the dandelions of this world.
YOU ARE READING
metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
