Dedicated to ContestArena
The dandelion blew by gentle breeze
Like my emotion you broke piece by piece
As I close my eyes tears starts falling
and the memories keep my mind drowning
Underneath it all, I still hope it's me
Still me who wait till early morning of three
Still me who knew you hated butter and peas
And how you love the early dewy mist
But believe me things will never be the same
Like how you slowly forgetting my name
I saw you lay a head in her shoulder
As she blew the dandelion with care
Thank you❤
