I Write Short Stories and Poems
2012
A dandelion in the tuft.
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?
A dandelion in the tuft.
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?
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