i've continued planting flowers
within the chambers of my heart
so that when you decide to bless me
with your buzzing presence
you feel at home between
beautiful flowers and amazing colors.
i'm not sure what hurts more
the pollen coursing through my veins,
the roots wrapping around my lungs
or the thorns scraping at my nerves
but one things for sure
nothing will hurt more
than you seeing the garden i've planted
and decide that someone else's has
prettier and more colorful flowers
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The Best and Worst of My Emotions
PoetryA collection of poems that dig deep into my emotions and presents them to you.
