You came in so quick, making everything hazy
Never knowing I could love a daisy.
With goofy charm and a soothing voice
I knew my heart had no other choice
We flirt and we tease to our hearts content
Even though mine is all broken and bent
You've seen me so vulnerable and consoled me in tears
But now losing you has become one of my fears
Dreaming of nights where you would hold me so tight
And protect me from my traumatic fright
Such fantasies that have been dashed away many times before
But this one could become so much more
So I, a Poppy Girl, trusting only death
Shall hold onto this Daisy Boy until my very last breath
YOU ARE READING
The Color of Feelings
Художественная прозаThis is a collection of poems, sparked flames never finished, and blurbs that reflect how I've felt at particular times. This is meant to be an outlet of the feelings I have pent up. They are honestly all pretty bad, but it's my release so who cares?
