Coughing out the petals
With drops of blood
Oh I'm diagnosed
With Hanahaki disease
I know I need to confess
Before the flowers grew in me
But I am scared to die
From the painful rejection
It's like I'm in a curse of dilemma
To either let the flowers grow
And stops my breathing
Or confess with a chance
Of dying from rejection
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POEMS I
PoetryThe first book of my poems. All of them are written from my past years when I first started writing,
