He was a flower and the world was his garden.
A simple boy like him lessened the weight of my burden.
A prince so bold like the tales have told,
And a heart so warm that could break the cold.That day, he ran after the disk.
Who knew it was such a big risk?
To the point that his life was taken
And I won't be able to see his smile again.I cried over his lifeless body,
Reminiscing the subtle memory.
In remembrance of him, I created the greatest melody
And that became my only remedy.A beautiful flower he became,
And Hyacinthus was his name.-Hyacinths, Devon Heisenberg.
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Subject 189 || A Collection
PoetryA book filled with all the poems I have written. The themes and topic of the poems are random and some poems were written when I was back in 2nd Grade. Expect disappointment:).