plants hanging from my ceiling
the tan string being pulled on
by gravitythough they're drying
they're healing
though on the inside
they're dyingi water them with my green watering can
every week i make sure they're okay
and they continue turn brown
my heart turns greyi try to keep them alive
but they're dead
and i can't change that
not for the greater goodi sink into my bed
knowing that they'll rot
inside their brown poti'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.