he has the heart of a daisy

what does that mean?
he shook his head, offended
never quite understanding why it was an insult either

...

if daisies are frail
why do they still dapple the emerald hillsides
like pieces of fallen clouds

do not be fooled by the delicate imagery
dainty petals and swaying stems
they too, brave the March winds
and harbour more than shallow things
their roots cling deep to their mother soil

it is human imposition
and mortal eyes too often look only petal deep

neither feminine nor masculine
nor weak, frail, or strong
they carry the mystery of the wild in their xylemic veins

late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read

then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite

still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green

when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance

sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you

She was young,
Desperately searching for answers to questions she had thought of in order to become the women she most genuinely felt,she needed to be.
He was passionate,
Heart of gold,
Brain of pure sponge,
Chasing a dream that he had placed wheels on, hoping it would come to a yellow light.
Their paths crossed like chilling winds and moisture making the most beautiful flurry that winter has ever seen,
The first date was the sign.....and the first kiss was the feeling,
He spoke heavens into her existence,
Praising her such as...”The most preeminent example of my favorite verse Peter 4:8.”, “If the rest of my life was not spend seeing you everyday, I would believe I’m cursed...the night is still young..Let’s fall in love first”

Hour 17,
well it was another day in misery,
my hunger tempted me to buy food filled with fat and sugar as my wallet was filled with cracks and buggers...naw I’m just playin....,
I realized I’m no step closer to my dream and a career is still unknown like the taste of my next meal or how even when my girl touch me it’s the strangest feel,
reading this alone is a race between chills and tears.
Hour 17,
I’m starting to sleep for hours cause it’s become a repetitive thing,
....I forgot what today was,
my life has become a swat you take for comfort and then leave when it gets old,
how is god even paying me any attention.....I mean listen,
there are struggles I fail to mention,
but leave me on the side mission where there is no travel but weak perks that don’t glisten......
Hour 17,
7 more to go....,
I really wish that time wasn’t this slow....