This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Louisiana Tech chapter.
It’s a cloudy day and the dandelions are just weeds again
the rain falls and the ground becomes soft so we can lift
our roots and grow apart. if this isn’t love and our fire dies
can I still lay next to you so I cans till keep you warm,
we can’t promise forever but I can give you every tomorrow
one at a time. the clouds move on without us because we aren’t
worth waiting for and the sun comes out on different weeds
and new wishes while we lay out our childhoods close together
so they can rot into the clover hand in hand