oh, if you knew
my love of you
the way i see the colour blue
my dandelion heart,
what would you do?

oh, if you saw
my gnashing jaws,
my visions of a million doors,
my labyrinthine head,
would you want more?

oh, if you took
the way i shook,
my thousands of unwritten books,
my young and shaky hands,
would you still look?

oh, if you heard
of all i've learned,
of things i've locked away and burned,
my intermittent joys,
what would your words?

oh, if i told
the world so old
and finally stood strong and bold,
my secrets made of steel,
would you stay cold,
oh
my dandelion soul?