themes: friendship, perseverance, rest
our flowers grow inside our minds
deep inside the fields that hide us
whispering the names of our mothers
a red string ties our fingers together
if i close my eyes and count to three
will you be here when morning comes
more than a memory or a fantasy
but a reality less cruel than most
we throw away the scars of our roots
painted by a sinful red and green
what was once the birth of all pain
is now washed clean under the bridge
rest hangs off the curve of our lips
sinking deep in the most royal comfort
the incandescent glow of our hearts
hold onto their youth as they dance
through the brokenness we have fought
our souls will find us between tulips
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aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
