05-10-2016, 02:18 AM
Dandelions
I have friends who are dandelions;
you can rip off their heads
and half their guts with a dull gas mower
and tomorrow they’ll be back
with bright yellow smiles.
It’s the houseplants
I’m weary of;
you can swaddle them in loamy soil,
mist them with soft words
and still, make one mistake
and never hear from them again.
I have friends who are dandelions;
you can rip off their heads
and half their guts with a dull gas mower
and tomorrow they’ll be back
with bright yellow smiles.
It’s the houseplants
I’m weary of;
you can swaddle them in loamy soil,
mist them with soft words
and still, make one mistake
and never hear from them again.