"The flowers are dead
But still, they remember
The girl who bled
Words, not red
As she lay down to die
Right on the flowers bed."
An ever-growing collection of heartfelt poems.
or would the garden compare only to the biblical Eden?
trees of laughter's labor,
flowers of my loved ones gifts,
and roots of gold from a life
not just survived, but well lived.
but no magic haunts my blood
and the garden is over growing in my head
so i will build my own out here
with the only thing i have ever understood:
letters to words and words to poems.
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the poetry garden: intro
- a collection of poems for every one, poems for no one in particular, and poems for my self. all poems are 100% original and belong to me, some derive from fiction/ imagination, but most are from direct personal experience. please be respectful and if you enjoy, don't be scared to vote and comment :) :)
