Thursday, April 7, 2011

This Love

I might have confessed
Of the overpopulating colonies of daises
Residing in my heart every time we speak
His confession was brighter
Than the sun, warmer than its rays
Sweeter than high fructose corn syrup
But, what if the timing is wrong
Will all our good feelings scatter
With the dandelions

[For today's prompt, write a "what if" poem.]

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