fireworks blossom and bloom
piercing through their hearts
shades of crimson
bleed through viridescent veins
evanescing onto the canvas
delicately laid under her
cerulean tears streak
baby pink lips
descending onto her tomb
crumbling to dust
lemon fingertips trace
raven hair holding
onto her only birthright
snatched away too
by cancer.
~ iridescent
wooo 50 chapters thank you so much guys for the support!
gah im losing motivation to write poems now
im just digging up old ones fml
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acheful
Poetry❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.
