Dandelions Poem by precia liz

With the afternoon sun gaping at me
the dandelions fluttering around
they remind me nymphs in a book
i saw when i was three.

the inconsistency of my breath
hooded with the fear of solitude
each moment i realised
the freedom they gave.

i was never a damask rose
nor a sweet forget me not
to be loved so dearly
yet why i craved so much?

when i close my eyes
i see a dagger in my heart
it hurts so much
yet i cant feel it.

its tthe dandelion's flair
now its floriating my hair
i hear them sing for me
wish someone could hear it..........