I smell daisies and it smells so sweet like the honey that drips from your mouth when you lie. Daisies turn into venom. Butterflies turn into panic attacks. The cozy feeling of fuzzy blankets morphs into the nights that were way too long. Car rides transform into hiding tears on the way home. Warm cookies run old yelling matches through my head. Everything reminds me of you in the most twisted way possible
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My thoughts?
PoetryThis is my collection of personal thoughts and feelings. I hope you enjoy, if you don't that's alright it's for me anyway.
