The Painful Daisy
Standing where I am when no one can see,
I see a picture of a purple daisy staring at me.
A dew drop on top with like a tear from my eye,
I see my painful past and start to cry.
I needed to see something to make me feel happy,
but that tear on a petal made me feel sappy.
No reason for sadness except feeling remorse,
see, since love died my life's been thrown off course.
I see a field of emerald with a sky of azure,
but can't really see the depth of it's beautiful allure.
I feed off of my sorrow and crave my pain,
in the sunshine I see nothing but a daisy in the rain.
Upon her nectar she holds a Monarch butterfly,
I see black and white and have no idea why.
Maybe cuz' my love used to be full of red hues,
and now all I can see is the blacks and blues.
No daisy can amaze me like the way love did,
drives me crazy and I get hazy...that's why I hid.
But this painting I see is usually my artisan style,
so why can't I find a way to share a lovely smile?
~pictures aren't perfect with the pleasure of pain~
February 1, 2017
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