A seed was planted on my heart.
As it grew, its roots dug into my flesh;
They twisted tightly around my vessels.
A strong stem grew from the seed.
Then the most beautiful flower bloomed,
Right there on my beating heart.
The healthy plant grew and twisted its vines around my heart.
It flourished and many more flowers bloomed.
But as time went by, the plant began to wither away.
The flowers became colorless.
The vines became stiff and brittle.
The beautiful plant crumbled away from my heart...
Still tightly twisted around it, the plant took pieces of my heart with it.
It left a dark and colorless hole in my heart.
My heart became unstable and without anything to fill the hole again, the walls caved in,
Leaving nothing but a pile of heart-dust in my chest...
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Behind The Skull
PoesieThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
