Daisies

Someone once told me that daisies can’t last forever.

I asked him if they can last on a broken heart and he said yes; that they can.

This boy started picking daisies for me when I was a young girl.

I barely got flowers from anybody and I had never asked for much.

My fingers were cut and I was a brown skinned girl.

The young man smiled at me and gave me a daisy.

One lady asked me why I had been rejected.

I told her that, sometimes is never enough.

Many years later he came back with a huge white daisy.

I didn’t recognize the young man as a boy.

He was filthy rich and I a honky-tonk yankee.

He was annoying.

He took every man away from me because he thought he was protecting me.

He broke my heart once.

I told him after I saw him kissing another girl how I felt and after fixing his car I was rejected.

Well, this was the second time.

He took away someone I had loved dearly.

Tell me when they stop making you smile.

He said holding one out.

Little did she know, he was already married, and the boy who gave her daisies couldn’t last forever.