My flowers turn to black
every time you touch them,
what you don't know is that
black flowers are my favorite.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
89. black flowers
My flowers turn to black
every time you touch them,
what you don't know is that
black flowers are my favorite.
