The sunlight makes the water smile
It makes the grass all green
The flowers grow wild
And it evaporates me
It makes the Daisies pale as snow
It makes them all smell sweet
The reason why the rose is red
The reason for this heat
One day in the summer
I see them by the tree
It really was a bummer
Cause they can't stand me
How can a face like that
A daisy in the morning sun
Scold me like a brat
But, like a bee, they has me stunned
The Roses may be pretty
But they still have thorns
Your looks will give me pity
But I hate your scorns
I'll feel the moss around me
And I think of your skin
When I look up at the stars
I just wish I'm with them
A daisy in the morning sun
That's already been plucked
Not surprised their not the one
Cause my heart is quite corrupt
I've never been the purest water
Can't say I feel ashamed
I like to think I'd still hydrate them
But this puddle's been constrained
They really are a lucky guy
Their presence is divine
I wonder if they make others cry
Or they only cuts my vines
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My Daisy & My Pain
PoetryA collection of poems that reflect how I feel. Most of these poems revolve around love and/or feeling alone hence the name, but it's really just a collection of thoughts I need to get out of my brain before moving on with my day. I am still finding...
