Daisy chain

[aquafi]

My poetry's not particularly extraordinary, but it doesn't really matter. For me, it is just a random spewing of emotions; it's a release. If it was meant to impress anyone, I wouldn't display half the things I do. Also, no one is obligated to read my poems (I am being sincere, not bitter, in case anyone is uncertain). As I said, they're not particularly significant.

Piercing the stems with dulled fingernails,
another flower, newly thread, in my daisy chain
Gently pulling, plucking petals;
"loves me, loves me not, doesn't know my name."

Petals falling, floating gently,
mingling, tangling with my hair.
I thread my flowers, stem by stem,
"loves me, loves me not, doesn't care."

A green and yellow necklace,
a white blur of petals in my way
a sing song voice crying out,
"loves me, loves me not, he's gay."

Random note: 'Ware the Ides of March.