Daisy
I found the Daisy I like
But it was to late to pick it
I would have to wait for a beauty just like it
But there is nothing never one alike
That Daisy was the perfect one to have
It was gonna provide protection to my heart
But someone from behind stabed me like a bullseyes as they were the dart
This Daisy was the healing I had as a salve
But that someone stole the Daisy when I got hurt
Now I must fight for it
As they run with it
Until then I will find away to look for a weakness so they can get hurt
The Daisy I found was perfect and will be with me with all my heart.
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