i am not a red rose that you will admire for its beauty
i am not the bright red flower that'll catch your attention when you first walk into the garden
you will scan your eyes across the beds of colorful blossoms
and walk right past me
but maybe, just maybe if you look closely
you'll see me in your peripheral vision
hidden in a field somewhere faraway,
in a land of wildest dreams.
i am the dandelion in the corner of that grassy field.
the one everyone wishes on
but never wishes for
i am the dandelion you tell all of your secrets to
in hopes i can find a remedy for your longing.
i am a dandelion.
giving so much,
but receiving so little in return.
i am a dandelion,
but i dont mind it that much.
isn't it a gift to be able to give so much to people even after you've stopped blooming?
-S
**hey all, this is the last poem i will be posting to bloom. read the next chapter for more details. <33
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
bloom~ short lines and thoughts (✓)
Poesía*COMPLETED!* just a place i wrote down little thoughts & lines i had. ( this is not a serious poetry book, im well aware this isnt real poetry LOL. (this was my first work so dont be mean to me i was a child that read rupi kaur and thought it was...