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
Poem On Fame – Lantern Poem
5 years ago
1 comment:
But what good are roses if you don't have a heart? :)
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