I've spent so much time
thinking,
wondering what I'm doing here.
The flowers are blooming in the vase
petals,
so much beauty out of death.
My life is spent in many
colors,
if you ask my favorite color,
I'll always say it is rainbow.
I don't know how long I'll be
here,
I'm sure I'll let a coin toss decide.
I tie dyed these sheets myself
with help,
I'm scared the color will wash out.
I'm scared my color will wash out
dead,
with nothing but a colorful room
with shriveled petals lying around a vase.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
I've spent so much time
thinking,
wondering what I'm doing here.
The flowers are blooming in the vase
petals,
so much beauty out of death.
My life is spent in many
colors,
if you ask my favorite color,
I'll always say it is rainbow.
I don't know how long I'll be
here,
I'm sure I'll let a coin toss decide.
I tie dyed these sheets myself
with help,
I'm scared the color will wash out.
I'm scared my color will wash out
dead,
with nothing but a colorful room
with shriveled petals lying around a vase.
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