About Dandelions 

It’s about that hollow above your heart

That caving in your chest,

A hand that is always gentle,

Maybe you think I’m something fragile,

Perhaps something worth keeping intact

To be that someone you’d protect.

The dandelion breath has been blown,

To go from coast to coast to find it

One who gives you a hand,

To know distance does not exist,

It’s a distracting of all other thought

And to know all else is void,

As long as you are beside me,

To know that someone is you…

Still believes in me.


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