dizzy daisies

some sweet and silly giggle session
that turned to tears with hardly a tick
of clocks winding down to moments
of never again.

so she told me of him,
and how lovers begin -
the heated handle of family battles,
and the blisters involved with living in sin.

so we cried and we sighed,
rubbed mascara-smeared eyes
then reached the same conclusions
we both knew the whole time;

that love is a beggar who can't be denied.