Flower

Flower, flower

bloom and sway

may you rest where I lay,

six feet underneath, 

catching breath is a feat.

Hiding beneath the surface

is where I like to be

because then nobody can see me.

Fighting for my breath, 

hoping I don't catch a death.

I hope one day someone will see

underneath this unpleasant disguise

is someone worth the compromise. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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