i'm surrounded by a field of daisies so intricate and perfect, kind of like you. as the rays of the sun burn against my skin i pluck a flower from the grassy meadow holding it between my fingers as gently as if it was made of glass. carefully i begin to pluck the petals singing a song ingrained into my mind from countless elementary school sleepovers.
"he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not"
i shouldn't have said a thing...
YOU ARE READING
cygne
PoetrySequel to the poetry set, "alouette". Reading alouette first is recommended, however this poetry set can be read as a stand-alone.
