Even though my eyesight would get blurry,
and everything would look like pixels,
I would still recognize you from a far.
The guy who got a camera on his hand,
trying to photograph the world before he's gone.
And I know, you won't be able to recognize me.
Because I was just another stranger you met.
and I was only someone you spent some time with.
But you know what?
Those moments are the memories
I cannot forget.
For you made me feel special,
more than I have ever felt,
in my whole life
And that's pretty something
For a girl who has always been nothing.

i have tried to **** the love alive,
set a storm into my soul,
and drowned the flowers,
you planted in my lungs.
i knew that it needed water,
but too much would **** it,
and too much would **** the
love that was also too much for me to bear.
but baby, all did the water do,
was drown the flowers you planted,
and i never knew,
that it scatter of what was left,
and it made another.
a garden.
that was made from your flowers.

if this love is a lie--
why does it hurt every time we say goodbye?

every passing day, a person mumbles wishes on a dandelion,
breathing away the small petals of what was the dandelion is made of.
they would say their deepest and darkest desires,
and even the lightest and loveliest of them all.
they would secure it tight on their lips,
begging the flower not to tell a soul,
and yet selfishly, demand for it to grant it all.
they didn't even wonder about the poor dandelion,
that has been hearing their wishes
with no one to hear hers in return.
the lone dandelion just keeps on flying with the wind,
wishing that someday, someone would try to hear,
those wishes that she kept within.