From dandelion stained fingers

Wishes on dandelions do come true
And the sun has to warm my skin

The joy of a grassy hill
And chasing the path clear of bumblebees
Is only found on a day such as this

It only goes to show you that when the sun burns
And the wishes are found to be useless
It was really worth it

To twirl with you in ill-fitting clothing
Giggling like women missing minds
And to collapse of a conveniently teacher-free hill
Listening to you sing in your prized accent

Is enough to make me cherish each wince from reddened skin

by tearsofrain
posted on 05/07/2008