Growing in my skull is a green willow
It lived outside of my bedroom window when I was young
From the almond seed of my amygdala
The wind sobs when I do
Causing the branches to tickle me
They're growing longer and I can't stop them
They are finding more to use against me
Willows are my favourite, I thought I could trust you to not suffocate me with your branches.
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Poems I Write in my Head by Rose De Glanville
PoesíaRomance, hurt, and a hole in the gut. 16 personal poems of mine that nobody has seen, and are based off of my own hurt and personal experiences. Interpret them how you wish. I write in my head a lot of the time, I say tricky things that hardly make...
