Daisy

My vanity is dutiful;

It’s not your fault I’m like this.

What am I if not beautiful?

My body blooms in shyness.

It’s not your fault I’m like this;

You don’t know the venom in my mind

That blooms my tragic shyness

For the girl I see in your eye.

I know the venom in my mind

That tells me you’ll leave me cold

If the girl I see in your eye

Isn’t as perfect as you’re told.

Tell me you won’t leave me cold

When I start staring at my hips.

Imperfections are cleaner untold,

But they tremble on my lips.

Your arms gently hug my hips,

And I wonder for my worth.

My fear trembles on my lips

That I’m only a daisy on this earth.

If I wonder for my worth,

Then my vanity is dutiful.

A common flower on this earth,

What am I if not beautiful?

March 4, 2024