Standing there
Silent
A fragile daisy struggling to hold onto the ground
I witness the sweep of your brown-eyed gaze
It lands on me
Silent
A butterfly fighting the wind to get to the daisy
I can't move
I can't breathe
Hoping this isn't just my reality playing before me
You smile
It's not as confident as before
Your eyes are slightly shifty
And you're silent (
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"A fragile daisy struggling to hold onto the ground
I witness the sweep of your brown-eyed gaze
It lands on me
Silent
A butterfly fighting the wind to get to the daisy
I can't move
I can't breathe
Hoping this isn't just my reality playing before me"
and,
"I won't climb the stairs back to my front door (until I know you aren't coming back for me)
And the wind blows the butterfly away
And rips the daisy from the ground..."
May I suggest a title? Daisy of the Desert.
Anyway, I like this one a lot. I love poems that use daisies and butterflies. :)
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