Golden fresh air cuts your lips,
but as long as they’re not sinking ships,
I’ll kiss them chapped or broken or even when I have lipstick on.
And I’m sorry I ruffle your feathers and make steam come out your ears,
but I’m a snowflake in an avalanche
and you are the beloved of the world.
I’ll leave notes all over your journal in purple crayon,
so that when you write at night you think of me.
And I hope when you see dandelion puffs floating through the air,
you’ll think of how we wished for each other
and how those wishes actually came true.
Real love is unconditional, it never goes away,
but there comes a time you realize you need to let it go.
Your soul’s touched mine in oceans and in skies and in purple crayon kisses spent on your twin bed.
His lips left bruises on mine, and now I am afraid.
But flowers grow from ashes and friendship can come from a broken heart.
If you wish on a dandelion for another girl,
or leave notes in her journal in purple crayon,
or show her oceans and skies in her soul,
or love her on your twin bed,
I hope she’s beautiful
and I hope she makes your world beautiful, too.