DAISY
Age 11
8-12-03

I picked a daisy,
Sadness filling my heart,
I picked off a petal,
Then tore it apart.

I picked off another,
And threw it on the ground,
My eyes began to water,
My heart began to pound.

I knew it was silly,
To test what wasn't true,
But my head was spinning,
This was what I had to do.

"He loves me," I said,
And without another thought,
I picked the last petal,
"He loves me not."