Daisy
This is a poem I wrote sometime in September 2006 for my junior year Creative Writing class.
Daisy
Daisy, my sweet pup!
Licks my face as if to say,
“Play with me again?”
My cute little dog!
Looks at me with longing eyes,
Maybe—“I love you”?
Oh, little Daisy.
I long to converse with you,
and know what you dream.
If I were able,
I would get inside your head
and see your true thoughts.
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