Crushing a daisy in my hand
I look away
“Are you sure this is when and who you want?”
Why,
So calmly
I am sure and will be forever
have them dancing in my head
at this moment
And yes it will be
them
them and
only them for this moment will do
with rounded walls I speak to the center
(To Myself)
you understand these daisy tripping fantasies of love,
are meant
for now
Only now
and must be devoured in the subconscious
With only the
swiftest motion
“Madame (Myself) I understand, please put the flowers in my hand, I wish to toss the bouquet away, just save your words for another day.”
What do you think of my poem?(revised)?
Very deep and thought-provoking. When I read this, I get the inpression of a debate, battle, or conflict between the heart and the mind.
Reply:i like it. sounds like a poem that i wrote yesterday. yours is better.
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