Pretty Little Daisy

My seeds infect the ground,
like a delightful disease.

Pretty girls snap my neck
and dance with me wrapped in their hair.
Little girls pull me apart and woefully
dream of their true loves.
Old girls cut me from their homes
and throw me away to die
all alone.

I fall all around.
Pearl petals, sun centre.
My stalk filled with envy,
of roses, lilies and those beautiful bluebells;
all wrapped up in a bouquet, given to the
pretty woman in white.

I’m a fool for caring to much.
A diamond cut from nature
who was called a weed.