skulls can be flower pots,
but people can't be flowers —
the brain is not soil fit
to host something beautiful.
talk to me without the eggshells in your mouth;
let them fall beneath your feet instead,
walk them the trail to my broken heart.
a bloodstream full of petals
turns my pulse into a **** —
i'm trying to yank it out of me as we speak.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
skulls can be flower pots,
but people can't be flowers —
the brain is not soil fit
to host something beautiful.
talk to me without the eggshells in your mouth;
let them fall beneath your feet instead,
walk them the trail to my broken heart.
a bloodstream full of petals
turns my pulse into a **** —
i'm trying to yank it out of me as we speak.
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