The daises decorate my messy brown hair.
I make them look like a crown as I dance with the breeze.
My father destroys them with his eyes. I know what he thinks
That's not how boys act.
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Daydreaming | Wattys 2019
Puisiday•dream (n) a series of thoughts that distract one's attention from the present. - A collection of poems made by yours truly. All Rights Reserved © 2018 Juanita Cadavid
