Death follows me like a bee.
It’s obnoxious hum haunts me, filling empty rooms.
Is it my sweet intentions that attract it?
My love that drips like honey from my lips?
I am a flower to death and for that I stand in eternal summer; suffocating,
Rosy petals drooping,
forever wishing just to wilt.
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Author:
andetl04 (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2016 12:07
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I like this a lot. Very well done
To feel droopy with death all around you is pretty sad. Nicely done. Hugs.
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