daisy

oh my daisy
dear sweet daisy
spinning cartwheels
all day long

you would write me letters
with pretty headers
punctuated prose
garnished with rose

but when i asked you
how you feel
you strung me out
on your reel

attendant to your task
mem’ries fleeting
just repeating
every word i ask

such perfect form
makes me warm
but from your mouth
not a word is torn

the part you so desperately hated
the horrors always i abated
not a word ever related
your style was perforated

words unconscious
mem’ries fleeting
just repeating
every word i say

oh my daisy
dear sweet daisy
spinning cartwheels
all day long

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About Brad Werner

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