~~~*Chorus*~~~
She handed me a wilted dandelion
Like it was a rose
Laughed like a perfect angel
For the yellow on my nose
Every time I see one
I can’t help but let it grow
You may see a dandelion
I just see a rose
~~*~~
She’s lived with her Mother
Since the day that we broke up
Mine every other weekend
And that’s just not enough
She’s only two years old
So she doesn't understand
But I will be long dead
Before she calls another
“Dad”
~~~*Chorus*~~~
She handed me a wilted dandelion
Like it was a rose
Laughed like a perfect angel
For the yellow on my nose
Every time I see one
I can’t help but let it grow
You may see a dandelion
I just see a rose
~~*~~
My neighbors want to kill me
With the blowing of the seeds
Anonymous letters
Claiming them as weeds
More potent than their anger
Is a little blonde-haired child
Who handed me a dandelion
Trying to coax a smile
~~~*Chorus*~~~
She handed me a wilted dandelion
Like it was a rose
Laughed like a perfect angel
For the yellow on my nose
Every time I see one
I can’t help but let it grow
You may see a dandelion
I just see a rose
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
Copyright © 2012
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