White Daises

white daisies wilting in your grey eyes
thunder striking every drowning lifelines
how are we miles away, when we're sitting right next to each other?
"strangers for life and friends for the summer"

 I'll meet you years from now; at the cold,  carved stone temple by the lone path we took that one day, the only time we walked together, and you led the way.

but I won't be surprised if you dont show up, I wont be waiting, ill leave you stone cold.
I won't be plucking white daisies off the side of the roads, what it's like to have "bonds beyond blood"; is something we'll never know.

 wisteria wanting to leave your garland field,
purple skies, poisonous weaves of silk that make your dress so wonder-filled;

your words are like thunder to a rainy day;
a storm of turbulence racing with hurricanes, an ash river trail still burning inside,
you set ablaze all my miseries, like there my drowning lifelines.

history should teach me something about caution, so why am I still walking?
I'm leaving petals of wisteria on the side of the road, perhaps it'll lead you to the places you used to know,
there's a stubborn hope in my heart
bring my white daisies and perhaps we can have a fresh start