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All Those Daisies
Daisies torn from the ground.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Petals ripped from their stem.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Daisies captured by the dozen.
I love him, I love him not.
Petals plucked off silently, quickly.
I love him, I love him not.
Fields of daisies gone.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Petals in heaps.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Not a daisy in sight.
I love him, I love him not.
Petals drifting in the breeze.
I love him, I love him not.
Everything is gone.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Except my love for him,
The only daisy left in an empty field.
He loves me, he loves me
Not.
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Petals ripped from their stem-
Daisies captured by the dozen;
Petals plucked off silently, quickly; I love him, I love him not.” But, I do love the slight procrastination. How you slowly made the field empty instead of having her lash out and rip them all out at once. “Daisies torn from the ground.
Petals ripped from their stem.
Daisies captured by the dozen.
Petals plucked off silently, quickly. I love him, I love him not. Fields of daisies gone,
Petals in heaps;
Not a daisy in sight-
Petals drifting in the breeze. I love him, I love him not. Everything is gone.
Except my love for him,
The only daisy left in an empty field.
(Suggestion: Place more imagery in the beginning, so the reader can anticipate until the very end that not only is the field empty, but, she is, as well. It’s also a slightly incomplete fraction of the poem.) He loves me, he loves me
Not.” Though, despite anything, you promise potential. J P.S., sorry if I made any spelling errors. It's hard to check in this little box. - Kylie