Uneased

lottierose

My anxieties climb up the walls of my brain like weeds upon a vine. Flowers of regret, worry , bloom with each passing second creating a cascade of vibrant flowers. Deseivingly alluring but I’m not fooled , I see the thorns.

  • Author: lottierose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2018 16:19
  • Comment from author about the poem: For those asking I’m 15 :) xx
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