When I was a plot of soil you gave me colors
You planted flowers in my soul
Lilies, roses, daisies, sunflowers,lavender
I just wish I would have realized
You planted so many beautiful flowers you clouded my lungs
And while you were still planting I could not breathe
They were oh so beautiful
I just wish you would never have planted forget-me-nots within my heart
Because no matter how hard I try I cannot forget the beauty of death
YOU ARE READING
My Kitchen Sink
PoetryAre you searching for purpose? Then write something, yeah it might be worthless. -Twenty One Pilots This is my worthless writings, for a kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me. Stay street.
