but, my dear,
you are a daisy
unlike any i've ever seen.
i know you
have yet to be picked
from the garden-
and a few of your petals
have been plucked-
and your leaves
may have withered a bit-
and you're not quite
as strong as you
maybe once were-
but, my dear,
you are a
beautiful daisy
unlike any i've ever seen.
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
