Dandelions

April 28th, 2010by charlotte_intheskywithdiamonds

They wait

For us

To say

Hello

Though

We call them

Weeds

But

They still

Come back

Even though

We pick them

And blow them

As wishes

Maybe the world isn’t

So horrible

Maybe we can make it

Even if we

Believe

That there is nothing left

But maybe

We should all be more

Like dandelions

Because they have

Hope

So why don’t we? 

*I know it’s a plant but still poems don’t have to make sense, do they? I think they represent something bigger that us. Which is strange but it’s a deeper meaning then the fact they’re plants. Look and maybe you’ll figure it out.

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