the chilly breeze was gently blowing,
pushing my long, golden hair around
the day you planned was very special
we sit down at a picnic where you swoon me with love
you grab the hem of your t-shirt,
it smells sweet like you,
and you twirl and twist your thumb around
i know you are thinking something intelligent and different
we walk around the park a bit, holding hands
you stop, and crouch down to the morning's ground
and look at a daisy growing by itself in a poppy field
you take your large, strong hands and pick it
you hold it gently for a moment
frozen in time, wondering something creative and grand,
and you hand it to me and pick me up swiftly as you say:
"the flower is a metaphor for you and i,
you were lonely, but beautiful, caught in a large world around you
and I am here to hold you kindly and take care of you"
oh, what did i do to deserve you?
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My Own Poetry
PoetryThese are mainly free-writes about a moment in time, some I have experienced, others I have not. All poems are written by me, use with credit! Also- don't forget to smile more!
