Daisy

I thought I was Cinderella,

But he couldn’t save me,

Foundation cracked,

He couldn’t pave me.

Growing wild,

He couldn’t shave me,

No commitment but wanted a baby.

& He would swear up and down that I was crazy,

Sorority,

I feel he hazed me,

Barely a scare,

He only grazed me.

Smoking Kush,

Eyes hazy.

We were only driving slow,

Call me Miss Daisy.

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