White Daisy,

so delicate 

so pure of touch.

Deadly promises

and broken ways

turned your

once pure soul dark.

What created

the blackness

now coating,

covering the white?

Still beautiful,

beauty will never cease.

Hurt erupts,

breaking tears with

forgotten emotion.

Lost in words,

forever in search

for that once

White Daisy.

So delicate,

so impure of touch. 

- c.s