They came home from school
desperately searching their room,
they were looking for the sharpest thing they could find
and when they did,
they put the stale razorblade to their bouquet
insisting it will be the last time
and they will finally meet their raven.
With their shaky hands and knees,
they started to saw into their delicate & young flowers,
but just as they started
they heard a voice in them,
a voice like a sweet vanilla candle
telling them everything they always wanted to hear
..."I love you."
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PuisiThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
