You were beautiful
With music flowing through
Your veins and slipping out
Of your fingertips.
You charmed the sun and the moon
With your songs and
The universe fell for you.
I did too but I
Have no hope.
Why would you choose a
Daisy in a field of roses?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
You were beautiful
With music flowing through
Your veins and slipping out
Of your fingertips.
You charmed the sun and the moon
With your songs and
The universe fell for you.
I did too but I
Have no hope.
Why would you choose a
Daisy in a field of roses?
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