Went to the field
And plucked a dandelion from right under me
Always loved dandelions they're wild, hopeful, and most of all free
Put it between my heart, and made my wish
Love me, that is all I ask
The seeds on wings, fragile things, traveling the winds they go
If only he could love me for the person I am, and not the figure I possess
For loving what you see and loving what you touch
Only your eyes and your lust would love me
And that kind of love isn't enough
I need something else
I need something more
I need someone, who can lift me from this cold floor
From this abyss of one-sided love
An empty emotion
But how men cannot change
But like the seeds of a dandelion that can let go,
Maybe I should
And travel and find a different set of eyes to life
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
