Monday, August 6, 2007

my muse is just a daisy


we traded mixed tapes between classes
yours wrapped up in red crinkled paper
mine with a cut-out picture from a magazine
filled with songs that collided into adolescent kisses
clumsy and sugarcane cursed at with penned devotion

you know i hid my confessions in the contents of a song
with hopes tied in a bunny-ear bow that you would notice
sitting up late in my bedroom tracing the way your name fit with mine
cursive curly looped letters that seemed a perfect refrain
that i sang along as i tore apart wild run daisies

petal by petal

you love me you
you love me not
you must know how much i love you

(written by me)


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