white daisies

the boys graveled at her feet

they craved and wanted everything from her heart to her body

but she wasn't easy to get

she knew what they could do and saw how easily they broke those other poor girls

she saw those boys rip them from their pedestals and make their tears fall like spring rains

its not that she didn't feel love; its not that she didn't want love

she just choose to love herself more

those boys would get close, but she wore her purity as a crown of white daisies around her head, held it high

they never stopped trying because they knew she was worth every second

but little did they know, they could never handle something so pure, so delicate