hell|pink flowers
Pink curly flowers,
dancing to the breeze,
wiggling to the beat,
so much comfort and ease.Pink swirling flowers,
ain't you the one to learn.
Why play with fire,
when you know you're gonna burn?Pink twirly flowers,
waving goodbye.
Ain't death sounding like,
a sweet painful lullaby?Pink wilting flower,
you are about to die.
Pick up your tired roots,
and close your weary eyes.
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Heaven, Earth, and a little bit of hell
PoetryA collection of poems, prose and short stories that mirrors the raging storms inside my heart.