Sweet DaisyA Poem by nora'Somewhat golden like those afternoons we used to spend.' -Mixtape, Brand New
Sweet Daisy
The daisy wilts with despair,
Her bright white petals fading.
“Why?”
She cries, screaming curses to the sky.
“He never hurt anyone!
He was the nicest of butterflies!”
For her friend lies broken and crumpled
At her roots.
“Hush now, sweet daisy,”
He says as his last beats sound.
“Be tall and bright,
For you grow more beautiful as each day passes.”
He smiles, closing his eyes,
With her watching all the while.
And as his heart stops,
He is not the only one who dies.
For the poor daisy has many a day left in her,
And never for one second has she forgotten the butterfly.
Old she grows,
With graying petals and a drooping stem.
“Finally.
I am finished in this world of death and rain.”
She gives up her soul and soars to the sky,
Drifting between the clouds.
Sitting upon a bit of white,
Is a butterfly, winged and whole.
“There you are, dearest,”
Says he.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” © 2009 noraAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on September 13, 2009 Last Updated on September 13, 2009 AuthornoraNJAboutHello :) My name's Nora. I like daisies because they're happy and friendly. I love music, mostly of the emo variety. I wish to be a writer. My favorite book is The Perks of Being a Wallflower. .. more..Writing
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