A birthday party, smiling faces everywhere. Drinks, food of every kind, in the background the band plays 'Lovesong- the Cure' ( my favourite love song) , music too loud, my eyes grew weary, a cake gets sliced down, wishes made, hands clapped, music so loud...there is a bouquet of daisies on the table for the birthday girl.
(There was a heart shaped foam in my ice tea)
I looked at them thinking of you, not that you remind me of one, no, but because I thought about the endless daisy petals i shed because of me, in pursuit of finding the silliest answer to a silly question. Am I loved?
I thought I don't need to torture daisies anymore, I already know that you do.
All the daisies are grateful, me too...
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