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Thorns
I was a young girl,
With love in my heart,
And happiness at my finger tips,
Until I met you.
I loved you so much,
And the dandelions started to grow on my back,
You told me you thought they were beautiful,
So I let them grow.
One day you decided to leave,
And sometimes at night I can still imagine you smiling at me,
Even in the snow,
Your dandelions never cease to grow.
Sometimes I wish I'd never met you,
Because of the pain in my heart.
Dedicated to James dean
With love in my heart,
And happiness at my finger tips,
Until I met you.
I loved you so much,
And the dandelions started to grow on my back,
You told me you thought they were beautiful,
So I let them grow.
One day you decided to leave,
And sometimes at night I can still imagine you smiling at me,
Even in the snow,
Your dandelions never cease to grow.
Sometimes I wish I'd never met you,
Because of the pain in my heart.
Dedicated to James dean
Published 7th Sep 2017
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14th Sep 2017 6:40am
And the dandelions started to grow on my back,
You told me you thought they were beautiful,
So I let them grow.
My heart! You are a truly splendid writer, such lovely imagery and line breaks and I just love it <3
You told me you thought they were beautiful,
So I let them grow.
My heart! You are a truly splendid writer, such lovely imagery and line breaks and I just love it <3
