"You need not worry about the silence." He used to say. Though most nights I lay awake hoping I'll never end up a rose or a daisy.
morbidly brittle
with their lack
of water and
attentiveness
whatever
hope I ever had of
forever youth
drains through my soil
petals of swaying
promises
overexposed
wishful colors
depicting temporarily
as happiness in death
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
"You need not worry about the silence." He used to say. Though most nights I lay awake hoping I'll never end up a rose or a daisy.
morbidly brittle
with their lack
of water and
attentiveness
whatever
hope I ever had of
forever youth
drains through my soil
petals of swaying
promises
overexposed
wishful colors
depicting temporarily
as happiness in death
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