MENTIONS SOMEONE THAT DIED
Bloom for me
Like a poppy
Let your talent
Bloom freely
Bloom for music
You were the music
Were you the art?
Or the artist?
I'll open my chest
I'll bloom for you
I'll do anything
To get you back
You wilted
You didn't have to die
There was help
You could've at least tried
Now we're sad
We cry
Love turned into a lie
And you, you could have tried
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
PoesíaI think I contemplate too much I'm fairly certain I need a drink To kiss, to feel another's touch - This is a poetry collection of an angsty teen. It's that and nothing else. Original, I know. Side note: this poetry collection doesn't promote depr...
