My heart is broken,
And gushing out,
But don't you worry.
For I wear a dark crimson shirt,
So I don't offend anyone,
With the blood stains.

When I fall,
I fall hard.

I trip often,
And fall easily.

Every crack in the sidewalk,
Is another cliff.

What can I say?
I'm clumsy as hell.

When I fall,
I fall hard.

I trip often,
And fall easily.

Yellow petals open wide,
Listen to my plea.
Here I stand, a dandelion.
They say I'm just a ****.

Maybe that's what I am.

They were green.
Not like any I'd ever seen.
With a few specks of gold from a mighty king's crown,
But rather down to earth with a slight shade of brown.
Sparkling as if they were their own galaxy,
Never such brilliance have I ever seen.
In summary, I would remark,
They were green,
And they were beautiful.

I think I've found a keeper.

His smile is bright and beautiful as any flower.
His laugh could make anyone laugh along with him,
Even more so with his sense of humor.
His eyes are as intricate and gorgeous as any cluster of stars.
His morals are as firm as any brick building,
And he is as chivalrous as any gentleman.

I could go on and on,
About all the beautiful things I know about him.
But something's still missing.

I don't know what he thinks of me.

Why should I?
I'm not going to take the time,
To make my poems rhyme.
When you won't give me the time of day.