The Daisy Song

Verse 1
There she goes, your heart, your soul.
She told you that she loved you,
But that was over a year ago,
And since then she’s loved many others.
You say you’re holding on to what you know.
You think that you still love her.
She keeps telling you that you’ll just have to let go,
But you won’t think of it because it’s too hard.

Chorus 1
You’re a daisy if you do.
You’re a daisy if you don’t.
You’re a daisy if you will.
You’re a daisy if you won’t.
Well, I know you’re love seemed true,
But it’s only hurting you.
You’re fragile heart is turning blue.
Give it some time, you’ll make it through.

Verse 2
You cried when your mother died.
You wept until the morning
As the family shared memories by the fireside,
You realized just how much you missed her.
You wish you could go back and change those times
When you let down your mother.
But it’s too late now, that thought’s not worth a dime,
You can only change the future. What’ll you do?

Chorus 2
You’re a daisy if you do.
You’re a daisy if you don’t.
You’re a daisy if you will.
You’re a daisy if you won’t.
Well, I know your mom loved you,
And she knew you loved her too.
To her your beauty was in you.
Her in your heart will see you through.

Chorus 3
You’re a daisy if you do.
You’re a daisy if you don’t.
You’re a daisy if you will.
You’re a daisy if you won’t.
In everything you do,
And everything you don’t do,
You’re beautiful, that’s true,
But don’t forget you’re fragile too.

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© 1995 Brian Robertson

A Sky for You

I up and drew a sky for you
But the sky I drew was much too blue
So then with dread I added some red
But the red, it bled, and turned purple instead

So then with a bellow I added some yellow
But the yellow did bellow and splat a poor fellow
He hooted and hollered and picked some green
And pestered and mean he splattered my screen

I sat back in disgust and said, “Oh well.”
When just one little line would do almost as well
So I thought up a line that would cause you to swoon
Of your likeness to daisies, young in mid bloom

I took a deep breath and then started to stutter
But my lips turned to ice and no words did I utter
Then grasping for one final moment of truth
I wrote you this poem, forgot the line, and then burned your sky
And then you burned this poem