Dandelion Clocks

In a movie of my own making,
you come towards me with your pretty brown eyes and mahogany skin,
as my heart begins to skip and race—
I already know what type of trouble I’m in.

We didn’t hurry love but It’s already too late to stop it.
With a single puff of our breaths—
we scatter each other away like fragile dandelion clocks.
Now we’re inverted parachutes in flight, drifting farther and farther apart.

I whisper to a sky full of sunset
‘you and me were meant to love and loathe this world together,
but instead,
you and me just blew our last chance away forever.’

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Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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Hey there - I'm D. Writer/Storyteller | Creative Non-Fiction | Poetry. I know a little Tai Chi - but my Kung Fu is weak. Email: dabboh76@outlook.com

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