My fingers dig deep into the Earth
Clogging streams with my poison ink
Seeing the universe in every blink
Flowers like splotches of paint
More beauty for the world to taint
My breathing soon becomes faint
Roots growing in my lungs
Ripping apart my rib cage
Winding around my spine
Flowers sprouting from my chest
In my hair birds begin to nest
My eyes fixed to the skies
Across my skin flutter butterflies
Peace my soul cries
Honey bees inscribing their combes on the walls of my mind
Sugar dripping on my tongue
Reminding me of when I was young
Laying on the grass
My eyes made of broken glass
Knowing life never lasts
One last kiss for the sky
As I'm saying goodbye
Puckering my lips
Waiting for oblivion
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
