White Daisies
One girl
Watches as the room reacts
With familiar warmth
To one boy
White daisies,
Ears of corn,
Tequila shots,
Evening stars
It's nice to meet you, how do you do
He chops mint leaves
And feels her presence
Although he does not speak
Meanwhile she wonders about
Gestures, Sincerity and Fear
As her roommate drizzles water
Into a vase
posted by Lovely Lady Grace at 11:15 AM
1 Comments:
I am, sincere.
I am, for real.
I am, clingy.
I am sometimes intense.
I am sometimes a ragged slob.
I am sometimes a bafoon.
I do sometimes need a graph, charts, and a lecture
to feel
while everything in 3D comes
so easily.
I may be, worth the wait.
I am not the one worth leaving.
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