there are flowers growing
in my lungs.
they started to appear when
you started saying sweet words.
I loved the flowers in my lungs.
they were beautiful and
a sign that you were always
there.
but one day I realized
I couldn't breathe and
it was because of the flowers.
the flowers in my lungs.
I started to cut them
but as each flower died,
you seemed to grow further and
further away.
the flowers in my lungs were dying
and so were we.
-BE

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PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I have written! I hope you enjoy it!