You made flowers grow in the saddest parts of me, they were beautiful.
They mimicked the way you looked, and the way you made me feel.
As they blossomed, the admiration I felt did as well.
Then natural disaster struck,
The flowers turned to ash,
and slowly, the flames started to lick up
my ribs, and the smoke filled my lungs.
My heart was in the clutch of something dark, and
suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
Life began to leave my eyes, and I became limp.
That's when I learned;
People like you should come with a warning label that reads poisonous.
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Kenzie Hoyt
I'm just your average writer who wants a more creative space to share my creation.
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