Dandelion shadows
Dance across her cheeks
Wind whips her hair
Music plays through the falling leaves
As we sit there
Time stops
As the clock keeps ticking
More and more flower picking
Rose petals fall
Pick one, pick two
He loves me, he loves me not
He really loves you
The sky turns dark
As the clouds start to cry
She gets up--Dandelion shadows and all
Leaves me here to die.
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whatever is needed to be said
Poésiecrap that the world needs to hear A range of short to long poems to rants and ideas.
