Daisy

I am a daisy,
and you my dear, are a flame.
My delicacy turns to ash at a flash of your strength.
How I wish I were a river,
to be an equal contender.
I would flow to you and impress you with my rapids,
intimidate you with my depth.
But I can't change who I am,
just as you can't change our fate.
I tremble in the slightest breeze,
petal by petal, I begin to fall apart.
My frailty is too honest, too obvious,
my petals flush a bright pink as they fall to the ground.

Your tears, they sizzle against your rage,

and your steam can be seen for miles.

And as I begin to blacken and shrivel,

you slowly turn to embers--

Are we now one and the same?

Suddenly, I am picked by a fragile hand,

and I am free,

but I am already dead.

Your smoke begins to saunter,

as I am tossed to the wind--

May my soul be with you,

and forever carried by your smoke.