Do I want to die.
Yes, I do.
I'd like to be the soft grass.
To be the flowers that wilt.
To be the soft rain that gives life.
To be the beginning,
of anything and everything.
I'd like to be the stars you gaze on so lovingly,
so softly.
I want to be the end.
So beautiful, like fireworks.
A lingering feeling in the back of your mind.
A strong déjà vu.
A memory that brings warmth.
Death is a gentle bed,
That I'd like to lie in to sleep.
To kiss the dark wings that walk me to the eternal night,
A fearful terrifying nightmare,
of comfort and unspoken promises.
Something to breathtakingly painful, yet we crave it most.
I'd like to be the fallen petals,
you press in your books to keep me forever,
the sorrowful reality of the hazy future.
The destination for your aching soul.
I'd like to be death.
Your being of love, giving you meaning.
I'd like to be the reason you live,
to die painfully in my gentle arms.
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Aesthetics
Randomaesthete /ˈiːsθiːt,ˈɛsθiːt/ noun a person who is appreciative of and sensitive to art and beauty. a collection of my poems of all genres, from heartbreak to first love, from cherry blossoms to hot summer evenings at the beach. I hope you enjoy
