Lay some flowers,
Beside the deathbed,
They must be pretty,
Some blue , some yellow , some red.
And while you do so,
Don't she'd a tear,
Because they have been dead,
For over a year.
I'm pretty sure you remember that day,
The accident that took place,
The one that took away a part of you,
Without leaving a trace.
It must quit vivid,
The sirens , the tears , the people,
When you were completely torn apart,
And you just wished it wasn't real.
But don't beat yourself up,
Everybody has a limited time,
And you're strong enough to know that,
I know you'll be fine.
Maybe it was a mistake,
Maybe it was not,
But remember , just like us,
Even the flowers will rot.
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Project Alpha
PoetryThese are a bunch of poems that I wrote and I hope you like them ! Most of them are morbid as hell ( pun intended ) 😈 so if you like poems of those sorts , you will definitely love mine ! -written by my sister
