He loves me,
he loves me not,
I chant
as I pick petals,
one by one,
off a daisy’s golden heart,
watching them settle
on the ground,
while trying to be
grounded in my thoughts,
and not unsettled
amidst the nettle,
piercing through
the what-ifs
and what-nots.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl6 days ago in Fiction
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