Daisy Eyes
I see what should be happy you.
Such a playful thing to do.
Like pretend windows to your soul.
Bright, beautiful, colours bold. .
I feel your pain beneath your hands.
I can tell it did not go to plan.
Your lucious lips are firmly set.
No hint of a smile, just regret.
Please don't be upset.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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