When I see daisies,
Memories I recall
Of a game I learned when
I was oh so small.
Plucking each petal one at a time.
He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me,
I sang every line.
Happy, carefree in the midday sun.
I felt engulfed in a world of joyous love,
Falling asleep when the day was done.
The world has changed,
And so have I.
As a teenager I have become
I wish I could wrap myself in a silk cocoon
And escape this middle school drama
Until early June.
Emerge a butterfly into the summer sun,
I would fly to the daisies
And have fun, fun, fun.