When you smell blood in your room because you planted blood flowers, it smells like pennies, The tears of loneliness go down your cheeks onto the blanket of your bed that wraps you in your misery, you listen to music to block out your thoughts but it doesn't work, the smell of pennies and blood gets stronger, you start coughing, crying and wishing for more even though it's killing you from the inside out, you go numb as the blood flower starts dying
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My Poems
PoetryThese poems are about my life, and what I went through. Sometimes I get a idea for a story and I write a short version of it in poem form. I hope you like it.
