when i die
i want to die in color
i want the world to look beautiful
so people focus on the flowers
and not on my dying breaths
when i go to heaven
i want to go there quietly
so nobody else notices
one more spirit coming home
when people cry for me
i want someone to be there for them
so they aren't filled with pain
over their 'big bear' disappearing
i was going to leave some day
so why not make it today
a colorful spring day
will be soiled with unworthy blood
and i will die in color.
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~𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕪- my poems!~
Poezjaempathy (noun)- the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. these are some of my poems! i'm so glad to share them with you! i hope you enjoy. warning- some of these are more rant/dark poems so do be aware of that before you read. th...
