Daisy Love
Say something about your petals that have fallen astray
Lets hear about
your green grass view sprinkled wet on sunny days
When innocent lips graze
Sour icicle breath on sweet Sundays
Express a time when all 7 petals mine
Perfectly aligned
Told no story of weather and time.
Pluck one - through seven plucks later
Daisy stump tell the world how the
Innocence fell
From the height of grace
To rough asphalt hell.
When all thats left is pollen stains
And leaf veins.
From playin the game
Pluck
to love me
Pluck
to love me not
Pluck
to love me
Pluck
to love me not
plucked at the soul
daisy stripped of self
Ruined after all