Daisies

It's funny how pain lets us know about danger, but the fact of it is that when we have anger we can give two shits about danger.

Shall we not listen to the stranger who speak with such a clangor voice because he sounds crazy but maybe he was right about the girl that smelled like daisies.

Maybe he was right that she would probably leave and never come back but my vision was just a little hazy and I didn't want to listen because I rejected the pain because of the anger... that he was right.

She wasn't gonna stay because the girl that smelled like daisies just wanted the boy that owned the Mercedes, the guy that got all the ladies because of his devilish looks. When I realized my heart became broken but my dreams only stayed dreams because they were never woken and the pain just stayed there always warning me about the dangers of the girl that smelled like venturous, treacherous daisies.