Someone made flowers bloom in my chest,
I'm choking
I wish the flowers were yellow,
Not red.
I felt the silver touch
On my back
As I laid there
Undead.
You held me tight,
Until I closed my eyes,
I watched the sky,
The last thing on my sight.
Suddenly,
Everything went black,
And the last thing I felt
Was a kiss on the forehead.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Someone made flowers bloom in my chest,
I'm choking
I wish the flowers were yellow,
Not red.
I felt the silver touch
On my back
As I laid there
Undead.
You held me tight,
Until I closed my eyes,
I watched the sky,
The last thing on my sight.
Suddenly,
Everything went black,
And the last thing I felt
Was a kiss on the forehead.
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