Flowers spring from the ground
The rain of my pain
Transforming life into something beautiful
Eventually I crawl out of my house
The clouds replaced by the sun
I lost the battle
But I won the war
In the ground
I planted more flowers
In memory of the ones I lost on the way
Including the old me
At least I learned to make friends with the dark
I talk to myself
More than I talk to others
Because people can't betray me
But their words do
May is the bop of colors
Flashes of flowers in the musty dirt
Being able to roam the outside
Preparations for summer ahead
Sand-filled beaches in our minds
It's in-between
A new hope for summer
For happiness again
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Painful Words
Poetry*One moment he was my life The next he wasn't even part of it* This is a collection of poetry I've written that is ongoing. From friendships to heartbreak, it deals with many different topics.
