Corpses
of
daisies
lie at your feet

Will
you
break
fall to the floor and weep

You thought
when you picked them
that they would make you beautiful

but rot is inescapable
Your anger unaccountable

now all the flowers that you picked are dead
You crumpled them in your shaking fists and said
that you're better off just picking fights instead

Leaving daisies over coffins
never feeling, never stopping
you grew a garden in your soul
full of evanescent magic
but your story ended tragic
now daisies lie in your wake
gone without a trace

corpses
corpses
daisies
daisies
what's left of your heart
has gone completely crazy
said "the world will never change me"
"never take me, or erase me"

but now you cover everything
in the corpses
of daisies