I could tell you of a story, of this flower that I saw.
Growing in a little crack, this flower had it all.
It's beauty got me thinking, how ****** we forget.
It isn't where we come from, it's that we never quit.
The struggles that this flower faced, no quiver nor a fall.
It rose above the chances,
through this crack that was so small.
The only will was life, and the chance that it may "be".
Exist in ways intended, and truly live as free.
This dandelions beauty, gives me the strength to know,
content with where I'm rooted, 
 and will to always grow.

I would love to feel love,
but rejection is a grim reminder
that I should not let myself
to be fallen deeply in love.
That I should never
misheard those sweet words
and to never assume
that you feel the same way.

Every little thing
that don’t make sense about me
make sense only when I’m with you.
And I’m ecstatic, for I hope
to hold your hands forever
into that whimsical place,
but I should not fall into love,
I might fall into pieces.

You made me confused and static,
and I need you to know
how my heart trembles
whenever I see you, but I couldn’t.
I’m just afraid I might loss you
in the end of this battle,
and what I’m feeling right now,
at this moment that I think of you
is indescribable.

The night
was so enticing,
you're always
under my skin.

We chased
fireflies ---
under
the moonlight.

You then ran
towards me ---
and hugged
me tight.

I carried you
at my back,
you kept whispering
'I love you'.

We laid
on the grass ---
watched the shapes
of the clouds.

We then talked
about the future,
where we would say
each other's 'I do'.

You stopped
talking ---
you looked
me in the eyes.

I saw a tear
running on your
beautiful face,
I wondered.

I wiped it
with my thumb
and slowly ---
kissed your forehead.

The world
may seem too old
for this young love
we have now.

Yet I will always
wear my heart
on my sleeve,
my dear.

My only love,
I want to take you ---
to our  happily
ever after.

We glance at each other shortly, waiting for one to start
I would say something, but I can't think over my pounding heart
Small talk is common, questions are ordinary
But where are the conversations,
The deep thoughts we keep for each other
The detailed explanations
The feelings that so precariously hang from our hearts
Are we so scared of rejection, that we fall apart
Do we become so infatuated with a feeling that we do not dare risk loosing it
Or is it all too familiar
Giving our feelings up, letting someone play with them
Then ripping them out and throwing them on the ground
Confide in me, I will not let you down
But will you do the same - in this thought, I drown