you made my body
into a garden.
you planted your seeds
and i thought
we were growing
something beautiful together.
the flowers started to grow,
the butterflies came
and you got scared
you left the flowers;
forgot to take them with you.
they're beautiful,
but the garden has grown
in my lungs,
and i cant breathe.
in my heart,
and they're all i can feel,
and in my brain.
you're all i think about.
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Julie's Poems
PoetryI write too much to keep track of it. Here are some poems ranging from deeply romantic to complete nonsense.
