Sunflowers.
Your honey like hair laid out on the grass.
Dirt on your blush pink dress.
Your soulless eyes opening slowly and taking your final breath.
For the last thing you'll ever remember seeing is nothing but the beauty of the sunflowers.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeless Reality
PoetryHere's a little reminder of the things that mean most to you, in case you forgot. My deepest thoughts spewed into this book. A book dedicated to my future self. Thank you for listening.
