Flower petals falling.
True love seems to be calling.
Thorns of a rose bush.
Fell over the edge with a small push.
Flower petals falling.
This love is dying.
And these flower petals are crying.
Bloody sheets on my bed.
Flower petals falling.
Now death is calling.
Bloody sheets on my bed.
Wrists now forever stained red.
Flower petals falling.
I think that I'm dying.
I'm about to start flying.
Laying in the bathroom floor crying.
Flower petals falling.
Angel of death came calling.
I started sleeping.
Never to be woken again.
~Stormer
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My Little Poetry Book
ПоэзияHey guys, this if just a book of some of my poems. some of them are triggering because I'm a really fucked up person. haha... So don't say I didn't warn you...
