Lucylemon

Years of wasted love, 
I handed it out at no cost,
but I gave too much.
Suddenly there wasn't any love left for me.

I needed your love to survive,
but it was nowhere to be found.

Empty words,

Dodie and Fletcher,
the orange dream catcher,
Unopened messages, 
Cinderella's transforming carriage.
Crying in the shower,
all I want is flowers!
Buttons on my shirt,
Can I get any more hurt?

The sun slowly sinks down behind the mountains, 
casting faded orange and yellow rays.
Wispy clouds drift overhead,
pushed by the wind. 
A single cricket's chirp fills the air with a quiet song,

When I close my eyes I see a movie,
small snippets stitched together,
snippets of memories together.

Your sticky fingers after eating all the strawberries instead of picking them,
trimming your beloved rose bushes, one by one,

She said she was the daisy queen,
and I thought it suited her.
So joyful all the time,
so innocent and sweet, 
and always reaching for the sky.
One time she made me a daisy crown.
Gifted by the daisy queen,

What starts as a piece of paper,
folded carefully,
pressing each crease with gentle hands,
wings folded out,
beak lifted, 
turns into a pretty crane.
The bird is perched on the table,
it ruffles its feathers,