Do you think were friends in every universe?
I hope not.
I am a flower, and you are the person that plucked me from the ground.
you were not an innocent little kid picking me, not knowing it would kill me
you knew.
you knew all that time that you would end up plucking off all my petals, rolling them in between your fingers, and tossing me back to the ground
To you, I was a dandelion, something useless you could take out your anger and bad times out on.
I Cared
I cared and cared until all my petals were squished and pushed into the ground
With each petal gone, all I could think was what a terrible time she was having if she could do this to the one who loved her most.
The one she told she loved the most
She loves me not.
She loves me not.
She loved me not.
Called back Back to the roots A fresh start Sprout again A damned clean slate All of the memories Foot prints in the sand Washed away The imprint may be gone Yet the sand once stood on will remain Rejuvenate Called back to the water Called back to the roots
I feel like it’s missing something. Please give me any and all comments. I write but never have done poetry. This came to me so wanted to try to share.
Thank you.
