The Dandelion Theif
Once upon a time...
A dandelion rested upon my hair
It was happy, it was content there
Then one day a boastful prince came
On this day the dandelion floated away
His malignant pride caught the princess in a snare
She could not look away, she could only stare
I should not have looked at the prince
I should not have stared
He scared me and burned me
Without a single care
I have no need for a prince now
I wish only to be in solitude
The prince can't hurt me now
The prince can't hurt me now
The prince can't hurt me ...
It haunts me day and night now
This poem is about:
Me
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