"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓮."
The blood I coughed – the flowers, so soft
My hand extended – my dying heart
Through my fingers – they fell onward
The blood I coughed – it never stopped
Tears in my eyes – my hands in ties
The flowers had come to my despise
You made them grow – along my heart
Though beautiful – they threw me apart
And slowly, in death's embrace – I fell and fell, a disgrace
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We were too close to the stars~
PoetryMy collection of poems and one-shots~ They're my work and, please, don't plagiarize because I will not hesitate to report and block you~ Note: the poems improve, slowly ;]
