twisted

when you are happy as a bee,
that is what i want to see,
when you're chirping around crazy,
that is what i want from you, daisy....

rarely i do get to see such a thing,
where you carry around a zing,
merry about sweet nothings,
fluttering like you got some wings.

making my infatuation
stronger,
contorting myself more
dafter,
for.. i think it'll remain
unreturned.

__________________________