Prettier than ever
'cause my skin and bones
are ageing pebbles
temples that'll
crumble, but today
resemble softness...
music in my head,
poetry in my veins, blood as
merely as a vessel
sure, it pumps to my heart
the bitter promise that it all'll end one day,
oh, the sweetest feeling of decay!
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Muddy, warm hearts
Poetrybeat-inspired-poetry collection. i blossomed through the mud, like the lotus flower, and so i met my way toward Death again. copyright © 2017 poems by @akahanadaniela.
