blow me away with the wind.
wash me away with the tides.
leave no trace of me insight,
keep me captive only in the
glass bottle of memories
you've thrown out to sea.
set me aflame.
burn me alive.
leave nothing but ashes of
cigarettes and a lonely match.
tear me down.
chop me up.
leave nothing but initials
so others know you were here,
and then destroy the evidence.
dig my grave.
bury me deep.
i shall grow back again,
and ten times stronger
once the tears of mother nature
replenish the fresh top soil of my
tomb to let me grow into a field
of wildflowers that dance in the
wind that once knocked me down.
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Among The Wildflowers
Poetrythe weeds of thoughts that have taken over my mind and put into words to the best of my ability. this is a call to nature and all that is. beauty in art, art in beauty. check out 'The Rose and Her Thorns.' ••• poetry collection explicit language a...
