instinct

Wed, 07/08/2015 - 00:25 -- rocket

one of the scariest things that i ever came to realize was that it was my natural instinct to kill what i found to be more beautiful than anything else. no one pays it any mind when it's just a flower. i put it in a vase in the living room and it brightened up the place. it was a whole different story when i broke your heart and left you there to die. some call it murder.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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