Sunday, April 26, 2015

Dandelions


When you're a kid 
And the spring sun lays its gentle rays 
On your tensile strands
They always tell you to make a wish.
On stars
On a time
And dandelions.

I grabbed a whole handful tonight
Blowing hard
Anguish constricting my heart
Wishing desperately 
That you were mine again.


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