Pushing Daisies

June 6, 2016

As a kid I often picked dandelions

Because I loved to watch them fly away.

As an adult I always picked the pretty girl

And loved to watch them drift away.

As a kid I often picked roses

Because I loved the pricks of their thorns

As an adult I always picked the pretty girl

And loved the pain

Now it just seems as if I'm pushing daisies

Wasting away my own personal growth

For a flower that won't seed

Or won't even return like my perennials

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