White Daisy
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
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