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Dandelions
I fell in love with the color of your eyes,
and the way you smiled,
And you told me you loved dandelions,
So I grew them onto my back,
But the one thing you decided not to tell me,
Is that the things on my back,
were merely weeds.
I begged and pleaded for you not to go,
But you looked into my eyes and smiled,
"You'll always be my dandelion, even when I'm gone"
and the way you smiled,
And you told me you loved dandelions,
So I grew them onto my back,
But the one thing you decided not to tell me,
Is that the things on my back,
were merely weeds.
I begged and pleaded for you not to go,
But you looked into my eyes and smiled,
"You'll always be my dandelion, even when I'm gone"
Published 25th Aug 2017
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25th Aug 2017 7:23pm
This actually made me cry! I love how you got your theme across in a short and sweet manor that is so lovely. Such a beautiful and amazing write!
