Do you ever feel something is lost when hearts and heads keep secrets?

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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