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Dandelion Heart
To think that I still miss you much,
my safe haven and my heaven,
the one I felt like I was truly crafted for.
Getting over dandelions, not easy,
pretty flowers can't be erased,
your aroma is a stain in my memory.
I don't think I'm ever getting over us,
and I don't know if that is so bad,
but I swear I can't forget your smile.
Sometimes I wonder if you wonder,
about how I'm doing inside,
if you feel guilty or just stabbed back.
Whatever I say know that I just lied,
because I've never gotten over you,
and your pretty dandelion heart.
Maybe some day I find my solace,
but for now I feel nostalgia,
thinking about how I loved you.
The memories intoxicate my feelings,
overdose my body with sweetness,
and then they stab my whole insides.
© dats_poetry
my safe haven and my heaven,
the one I felt like I was truly crafted for.
Getting over dandelions, not easy,
pretty flowers can't be erased,
your aroma is a stain in my memory.
I don't think I'm ever getting over us,
and I don't know if that is so bad,
but I swear I can't forget your smile.
Sometimes I wonder if you wonder,
about how I'm doing inside,
if you feel guilty or just stabbed back.
Whatever I say know that I just lied,
because I've never gotten over you,
and your pretty dandelion heart.
Maybe some day I find my solace,
but for now I feel nostalgia,
thinking about how I loved you.
The memories intoxicate my feelings,
overdose my body with sweetness,
and then they stab my whole insides.
© dats_poetry
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