Daisy
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She is the warm sun on your cheek.
By night you say "she's so sweet".
Tomorrow she's a hurricane,
Beautiful. Strong. Deadly.
Why they say,
It seems so strange.
The dreams they scream,
It hurts to breathe.
Punch the wall and make a call.
She drives you crazy,
But oh, the beauty of the mad.
Daisy, you mumble,
Then scream.
This poem is about:
Me