A dandelion sits alone
dreaming emotions that don't belong
inside a flower's wilted heart

A dandelion on it's throne
sees a man trundling along
and grabs him before the start

A dandelion rips the bones
from the man without qualm
until his head is the last part

The head falls upon a stone
the flower knows it's all wrong
the wilt covering it's heart

and whispers slowly to itself:
"She loves me not..."