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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

LOVE IS LIKE A DAISY

Love Is Like A Daisy

He loves me
He loves me not
How easy for a daisy to say
But then you always did
Smell of flowers in the spring

My chest grows heavy
From the weight of my heart
Once free and easy
Fresh breaths of air
Now stifle my comprehension
As I choke on your words in disbelief

But the crumbling of my heart
Will relieve the pressure
Allowing me to once again
Breathe deeply
And stop to smell the roses

1 comment:

gregfreed said...

But what good are roses if you don't have a heart? :)