ribs shattering,
i can feel the cage
opening, letting loose
the butterflies that were
trapped inside
there was once a garden
in my chest, yes,
lungs with
lovely lilies
and lavender
laid around but
you knew of the garden,
you could smell roses on my breath
you could hear the butterfly's wings
you tore the beauty out of me
there will be no beauty six feet above me,
there will be no love from you
for you want all the flowers for yourself
do i not deserve pretty things?
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
ribs shattering,
i can feel the cage
opening, letting loose
the butterflies that were
trapped inside
there was once a garden
in my chest, yes,
lungs with
lovely lilies
and lavender
laid around but
you knew of the garden,
you could smell roses on my breath
you could hear the butterfly's wings
you tore the beauty out of me
there will be no beauty six feet above me,
there will be no love from you
for you want all the flowers for yourself
do i not deserve pretty things?
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