ever burned a dandelion
that's what I
feel on the bed I lie on
the dreams of far
memories of the past
we spent nights in the meadows
this cheeks have been
washed enough by tears
I can see a thousand years to come
and I still love you
but like a dream an illusion
I only believed in us
you played me like a harp
but this strings don't give sound
weep in silence
because I am to blame
for buying a dream
like burning a dandelion
you left my life
still I still in grief
©peakynate
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