You're the delicate dandelion I allow to grow from my chest even though your roots constrict my heart.
Because let's face the reality,
Beautiful things will cause us all pain.
And soon, after I place my wish upon you,
The pain will go away.
You'll wither away to be nothing again,
Leaving me with heart pains much more detrimental to my health,
Ones I can't wish away.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
You're the delicate dandelion I allow to grow from my chest even though your roots constrict my heart.
Because let's face the reality,
Beautiful things will cause us all pain.
And soon, after I place my wish upon you,
The pain will go away.
You'll wither away to be nothing again,
Leaving me with heart pains much more detrimental to my health,
Ones I can't wish away.
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