Bottle cap flowers bloom
From pearly white paintbrushes,
Spelling out my doom,
As the nervous artist rushes,
Desperate to finish her work.
Scarlet pigments blend
Into a mocking smirk,
Writing out my end.
Bottle cap flowers lie,
Whispering false beauty,
But I can't let them die,
So I've made them a part of me.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
