Our Day of Flowers

A storm threatens to rummage through our home
on the day of flowers at our feet

what I wouldn’t give to start again

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Don’t Kill Yourself.

There are whispers on the breeze that still call your name.
Don’t believe the whispered things at 2am.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.

When your heart breaks with every single beating of your heart.
When the pillbox used to keep you alive calls the siren songs of goodbyes.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.

When you can’t believe the world loves you less.
When you can’t see a time to come.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.

Let this remind you of the sweetness and light that will be missed.
By your light being dismissed.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.

It’s in the little things where life exists.
Don’t kill yourself. Don’t kill yourself.

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