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Poetry

Just some poems about my feelings and environment. I'm using this as a way to cope so a lot of vent poems

Marigolds

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by Kazukada_

by Kazukada_

I don't believe in superstition

Or angels at that

If there was such thing my flowers wouldn't die

Forgiveness? Foreign in my eyes

The warmer colours would stay to comfort me

twisting and turning in my body, making me someone who is beautiful

not some ideation ego perception

Marigolds so pure, laid in the bath tub

there to rot and wilt

You said that we would run away together, away from this house

only for your soul to remain there forever

But its ok

Ill always cherish marigolds, until I rot and wilt as well