The dandelions don’t return
The flowers wanna see them, but hate spring
The empty stage where I sow the seeds
Nobody comes, and flowers don’t bloom
This road I walk on alone
As 2, we live beyond it
“Hold my hand” yet again, reaches the flowers with an unspoken voice
My happiness? That comes first!
The seeds I want to sow? That’s a secret!
What saved my life? The dandelions!
Don’t cry DON’T CRY *T/N this line LMAO queen of poetry*