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..."
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
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..."
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