Song: Love Die Young - Eric Nam
That flower lays limp
After he and she.
Loving and leaving.
Lifeless, and holding itself together,
Until the slightest touch destroys it.
It's most beautiful part of it,
Gone with its spirit.
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Poetry Of The Rushing Mind: Eighteen
PoetryI love poetry. My life up until eighteen has been a rollercoaster. I have grown to love writing and am slowly finding myself along the way. This is all of my work that I either submitted for class, or I was stuck in my head and had to release my tho...
