I hope when I die
Flowers grow from
My corpse
Lavender growing between
The spaces of my rib cage
For pink daisy's to grow
From my eye sockets
Wanna grow the
flowers lovers pass to one another
The flowers children stop to give their mothers
I want butterflies to stop and rest
On my headstone
In spring
I want people to stop
and stare
At how such life
Could come out of death
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Brain Vomit
Poetrysilly little poems about my silly little thoughts. A lot of these are more ranty sounding than poem-y. I'm awful at descriptions and titles, I feel like to an extent I title my poems like Midwest emo songs I'm so sorry lmfao my target audience is p...
