Have you seen a garden of Lilies and Forget-me-not’s?
Deepest melancholic blue,
And a pure white,

They grow only in the best soil, and that’s my chest.
Their roots tangle into my lungs and nourish them with tears.

You could never understand this strange creature I call a heart.
Ripping Flowers from my skin to make you a bouquet.
My blood drips f…read more