The purity of your color.
The innocence of your petals.
The world a raging pool of lust and self indulgence
And you a Virgin trapped in the middle of it.

Would you take a bite of that poisonous fruit
Of sex and multiple orgasms.
The feeling of having your purity
Ripped out of your roots
As you sit back and watch your petals wilt and die
Your color no longer pure and virturous.
But tainted and spoilt.
Another beautiful flower not allowed the chance to grow
Getting covered and devored by the hungry immoral weeds.

So Daisies let your beauty grow
Become a marvel for the world to see
Something to look forward to.
Don't fade into the back ground with countless other flowers
who were plucked from the soil way to early.

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