Daisies

Shut me out of this world so stained and sorrow-filled. It burns... It burns me. It burns you. My gaze burns you so? I can help you if you let me. Flowers, the sweetest of the sweet. Take the needle, take the thread. Give me the good eye I once had, the eyes of a child, the eyes of an innocent. Stems of daisies intertwined feed me the light of the world. I'd rather be blind and feel the warmth of my loving insides from the stems of innocence than stain my soul another day. Shut me out and follow me, To the garden green where life all began.