Daisy Chain

When I was younger I would sit
Picking daisies on my lawn
And I would make a daisy chain
Picking the weeds until they'd gone.

I strung the chains around my neck
And wore them with such glee
I never would've dreamt those days
Would fade away so quickly.

The daisies became trampled on
My interest went away
All I'd do was sit inside
On summer "daisy chain" days.

Then a wind came in and shook the daisies
And nearly blew me over
I thought it was my lucky day
Like I had found a four-leaved clover.

I picked the daisies one more time
But now I tore them up
Picking the daisies to decide
Do you like me, do you not?

My daisy chains because destroyed
All the play a game
The silly act of asking daisies
What I couldn't figure out in my brain.

Then you went away like daisy days
And it all just felt so pointless
Whar are daisy chains and love
In a world that's just so serious?

It felt to silly to feel like that
But I knew I really liked you
I knew I'd never see you again
But part of me really wanted to.

I still pluck the petals one by one
All the time with one thought
And as I wish I also chant
"He loves me, or he loves me not."

And if my prayers get answered
And I wish on daisy chains
Then maybe, if I am lucky
I might just see you again.