Daisy

Daisy spends her days in the sun
Breathing it in, it warms her roots
Her complexity is beautiful
Her simplicity is famous
Who doesn't love Daisies?
The wishy-washy fool.
Alone she stands among the grass
Playing divinatory games
But flowers just wither away.
She doesn't know
Daisy keeps her heart in the field
And cradles herself in her hands
Smiling, they scream in agony together
As each single petal is severed.
He loves her not.