My Poetry, My Life

Flowers In The Lungs

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