Dandelions are the most independent flower.
They grow where they want.
No one plants them.
They’re free.
They’re infinite.
I felt infinite picking them in the apple orchard with you.
We were free.
We were infinite.  
I couldn't handle my smile watching you,
Rip them out of the earth by the handfuls.
Your face was covered in sunshine and pollen.
It might have been the pollen that resembled sunlight.
Regardless,
You emitted the sun in a way I've never seen before.
I refuse to accept that dandelions are weeds,
Because I want to be a dandelion with you.

If ever there is no light in the shadows of your world,
I will be the candle that guides you back to your path.

The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria

Ever reread messages
and they break you the same way
over, and over again?
Just to hurt yourself?
Just so you know that you were never the only one?
That you were never good enough?
Do you just need reminders
though it eats you every day
Bites at your chest
Leaves a hole

Do you cry everyday,
for no reason at all
but your thoughts
and they way they break you down
Do you ever just leave yourself shattered
because you just don't feel good enough

Do you ever take offensive jokes seriously
because you've always heard them and be meant true