plants hanging from my ceiling
the tan string being pulled on
by gravity
though they're drying
they're healing
though on the inside
they're dying
i water them with my green watering can
every week i make sure they're okay
and they continue turn brown
my heart turns grey
i try to keep them alive
but they're dead
and i can't change that
not for the greater good
i sink into my bed
knowing that they'll rot
inside their brown pot
i'll keep watering dead plants
till i die.
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summertime galore | ✔
Poetrya collection of poems, focusing on the nostalgic time of summer, finding love, and embracing it.
