dandelions

To dance is to soar

To feel what it's like for the birds 

To be free in the air

If only for seconds,

Because in your mind, it will last a lifetime 

To dance is to be electric

I hate the way

Skinny is now a synonym for pretty

Pretty a synonym for happy

Happy a synonym for enough

Enough is something we will never be

She is filled with more beauty than anything else 

She is made in the very image of God 

She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine 

She holds flowers and bugs and skies

Your hair was always beautiful,

Long and luciousous,

Everyone always loved it. 

But then you cut it off. 

Long strands fly away to the floor,

While you're in the bathroom, 

Closed door. 

To the girl I never really knew,

I cried the other night about you

Probably just half what you went through 

I never thought to care 

About your lips your eyes your stare

The pain you held, I had no clue

(Inspired by Astronomy by Conan Gray) 

I'd walk you out if I could 

Open and close the door ever so gently 

Hold your hand as we slowly say goodbye