I Write Short Stories and Poems
[center][b][c=#666666][big]2012[/big][/c]
[c=#665D00]A dandelion in the tuft.[/c]
[c=#A69800]A tuft of grass about to be to be mowed.
But there, laid a dandelion within.
It struck me, it interested me.
I wanted to know everything about it.
As I learned, I grew to love it.
And as I grew to love it, I grew to want it.
To nurture it to see if it will grow more than it has.
To spread light over it so that it may see.
I breathe... so that it may breath.
If it were to be taken away what would I do with my dead beating heart?
How would I move on?
My heart has been taken.
Will it be returned?[/c][/b][/center]
[c=#665D00]A dandelion in the tuft.[/c]
[c=#A69800]A tuft of grass about to be to be mowed.
But there, laid a dandelion within.
It struck me, it interested me.
I wanted to know everything about it.
As I learned, I grew to love it.
And as I grew to love it, I grew to want it.
To nurture it to see if it will grow more than it has.
To spread light over it so that it may see.
I breathe... so that it may breath.
If it were to be taken away what would I do with my dead beating heart?
How would I move on?
My heart has been taken.
Will it be returned?[/c][/b][/center]
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