poem

Jun 19, 2007 01:00

Daisy, dear, was 17
Living life inside a dream
Walking by the river blue
All her hopes would all come true

But Daisy had a daunting past
Which led her down the river black
With broken paddle, broken mast
She felt that she could not get back

Daisy's fear then filled her head
Mental terror, a river red
Paralyzed by an unknown sting
Daisy, dear, began to sing:

"Love is blind
Heaven's gone deaf
But my eyes are open
My ears are open
And I'll sing 'till my death"

yeah. randomly came to me like 2 months ago in study hall.
yep.
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