If death is beauty then dig my grave as i pick the sunflowers mont my tombstone as the cold wind blows the bare tree limbs i will take my last breath as i take your heart and place it in my chest so you will never not love me let my body slowly decay as you sit by my grave telling me stores of your days till you lay next to me
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💜A Collection Of My Poetry 💜
Poesiaa collection of my poems about love and loss of love loneliness and how it feels to be in a one sided love and the growth that happens after
