I've often wondered if there's.
Ever been a perfect family.
I've always longed for undividedness.
And sought stability.
A flower taught me how to pray.
But as I grew, that flower changed.
She started failing in the wind.
Like golden petals scattering.
A.
nd I miss you dandelion.
And even love you.
And I wish there was a way.
For me to trust you.
But it hurts me every time.
I try to touch you.
But I miss you dandelion.
And even love you.
I gravitated towards a patriarch.
So young predictably.
I was resigned to spend my life.
With a maze of misery.
A boy and a girl befriended me.