garden locusts
forget me nots
a thousand roses
my heart stops
death watches
me with envy
for I had a choice
in my ultimate ending
he wasn't given
his own page
to turn
he was gifted with
a desire to
burn
but here in this garden
we are alike
with no air to breathe
no light in our eyes
and veins made of vines
a feeling so divine
I watched my body as
he watched me
with the last breath
it ran from me
and the nightmares I'd dreamed
became a reality
YOU ARE READING
emotions.
Poetryhouses of floral people of glass bodies of marble minds of brass anxiety is really rude this book IS my mind and a voice for my thoughts. when i can't understand the feelings in my brain, i write. it's really the only way i can explain what's going...
