The Wilted Flowers Betwixed My Ribs Poem by Jeremy Willson
The Wilted Flowers Betwixed My Ribs
You are vibrant, dead flowers
You are intoxicating, somber colors
You've always been on my mind
You've never been away from my chest
As long as a breathe remains within my twisted body
As long as the rain doesn't stop pouring down on us
We can listen to the crackling it makes
My old heart, waiting for the moment you've escaped "home".
Friday, January 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: abandoned,home,life,love,love and life
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