|| Content Warning|| Implications of su!cide/mental illness
Peach juice runs down our chins
Run, Run, Run
Like you did that day, away from all of your problems
But still, peach juice and sunshine are all you say
Peaches in a bowl on the table
Harsh words exchanged
Hate that has never been verbalized before
But still, peaches in a bowl are what you love best
Peaches all cut up in a little cup
Only a spoon for you
Back to the hospital because you aren't okay
But still, peaches are your favorite
Peaches rotted on the ground
At least the juice will seep to you
At least there will now always be a bowl on the table
At least you don't have to eat them with a spoon
But still, I miss you
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Poems from the Dead
PoetryGothic Poems. I'm gonna try to add one poem a week but no guarantees. Hope you like it. My poems aren't very good, but at least I'm not charging people for them like Gabby Hannah. FYI there may be some light swears in some poems. I will put a swear...
