When the sky turns Lavender,
Lay my body to rest in a field of hydrangeas.
Cover me in white silks,
So that eyes might not pry when I'm at my best.
When the sun sets,
let white candles keep me warm.
When it rains,
don't cover me in a stony labyrinth.
Let it seep through my bones,
remind me of the cold ,harsh world that took everything from me.
I'm leaving behind,
only my name.
Which exists in your memory,
As White wings and strong arms guide me to heaven's light.
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Poetry" Death. I wasn't alive. My heart was beating on his lies. I longed a life, where I would be Alive, for the truth, in his lies." A few pages inspired from the Great Gatsby. 🏅 Ranked #4 in greatgatsby #1...
