Walking through a field of dandelions
Clinging to my wish,
Clutched in one hand,
Wondering what on earth
I could possibly ask this field of dandelions for.
Should I ask
For my audition to go well?
Or something personal like
I hope my friends don't hate me by the end of this year?
Or should I ask
For good grades
Or maybe
For next year to
Not suck?
All the questions
Echo around my brain
As I stand among the flowers
In this field of dandelions,
Clinging to my wish.
It's a choice, every day.
It's a choice to love someone
To reach out your hand
To open your heart
And it's a choice to keep loving them
Through thick and thin.
It's a choice to stop.
I feel completely
Lost
Alone
By
Myself here.
No company
Could fix this.
Drowning in my own emotion,
Melting in the not-yet-summer heat.
I can't think straight,
Can't be
Bittersweet goodbye -
Half the grade is happy.
Half the grade is crying inconsolably.
There are tears and smiles
And hugs and laughs
And tissues and noses being blown
While the flowers bloom in the field
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