You say, "don't fear, I will never leave you".
Little do you know,
that I know your game.
The dandelion love you give.
Forever fleeting,
never here to stay.
You disappear so quickly,
and float away.
The wishes go with you,
until you return next spring.
YOU ARE READING
META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
