Little dandelions.

Blessed be the daylight, when we got to hold hands, and walk through the world, our world, where nothing used to matter, where we could do it all, all together there, we went to my apartment and we learned how our bodies work, when we became one, when we became one.

Dammed be the black night when you had to go, and I stayed there, alone, naked, and wondering about us and how you slowly slipped away, as I scream my lungs out saying: ‘Hey that’s the wrong way’, but you just kept on going, you didn’t care, now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all, and here I stand, where disappointment and regret collide, when I’m awake at night, is there any way that I could stay in your arms?, just tell me I’m the one that lost, I can take it, I’ll fix it right after you break it, I’ll go right behind you, picking up the pieces of the broken hearts you throw away.

Forsaken be the days where I used to blow dandelions to the air, wishing for one thing and one thing only, hoping that every little piece of it will bring you back to me, I whisper slowly to them in case they couldn’t understand, now everything has changed, I hope and wish and pray for every little piece of it, to take me into the wind with them, take me little dandelions, blow me away.