Bleeding Daises Poem by Nyx C Styx

Bleeding Daises



All the Daisies in the meadow I have plucked
my fingers bleeding, bruised, broken

Their perfect pure petals stained
with the crimson drops of my desire

tongue ached, dried, cracked
'he loves me'
'he loves me not'

there are no more daisies in this meadow
Come, Cupid! carry me to another upon your cursed wing

Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Nyx C Styx

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