My body
Is just cells
Covering the ashes
Inside of me,
All of the charcoal smoke
Pouring out
Of my mouth
And all the flames
Igniting my heart.
YOU ARE READING
Fake Flowers
PoetryBut if I grow Like a daisy And speak like a Garden, Then no matter How hard I try I'll never stray from the sun. [Even if it will hurt me. Even if it will kill me]
We All Fall Down
My body
Is just cells
Covering the ashes
Inside of me,
All of the charcoal smoke
Pouring out
Of my mouth
And all the flames
Igniting my heart.
