Can a damaged soul love again? Could you mend the shattered crystals inside my heart? Could you find the misplaced pieces inside my brain? They say, love has no gender, but why does society couldn't accept us? Why do some of them are against us? Nonetheless, I still wanna pass through the harshest knife that is tossed. I still wanna pass through hurricanes that they own. Dandelions are waterproof. They never cry; they whisper. That's how I defined you, you never shed a tear. You frequently take my dilemmas when I disappear.