i try to breathe
but the flowers
keep growing and growing
the fragile stems
twisting and winding through my body
the flourishing petals
bloom around my dizzy brain
they steal my thoughts to feed themselves
so the blossom can keep growing and growing
the petite leaves
swimming through my bloodstream
clogging up my arteries
there's no oxygen
i try to breathe
but the flowers keep growing and growing
i am no longer alive
and i'm not sure if i ever was
but at least the sun will watch over my
ravishing garden
i am no longer alive
but at least i died
a magnificently fixed piece of art
isn't that what everyone wants these days:
to live beautifully,
to be beautiful
and to die trying to regain that beauty they fought so hard for?
o.r
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P O E T R Y // o.r
Puisia compilation of vivid thoughts. [lower case intended] WARNING: some of these poems may be triggering. please do not read this book if you are easily influenced. ~ sending love and tranquil vibes ~
