I used to wish
On dandelions
When I was just a child.
Something in that pure
Pointless superstition
Gave me hope.
I placed my faith
In little seeds
That only blew away,
Praying they would save me,
Even though they never did.
Now dandelions float
On the wind
Like ghosts,
Acting out the scenes
Of a past
Left ignored.
Maybe it's for the best
Those dandelions left
Me to fend
For myself.
If only I could hold
That hope
Just once more,
I would feel so free,
Trusting in a wish,
One little flower...
That one little flower,
My dandelion,
Carries all my hope.
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Random Thoughts
PoesíaThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
