I want to adorn myself with flowers
So that when I look down at my skin flowers bloom in between my scars.
So that I am as pretty as the colors in the feilds.
Because when I die I want flowers to grow from my bones.
And for roots to anchor me to the soil
Because then for once I will be grounded
And my head will no longer be among the clouds and sunsets.
And I won't climb buildings just to see the ground from a better angle.
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Words that I won't share with anyone
PoetryI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...
