"It's fine." I say, trying to smile through the pain.
Flowers beginning to bloom, instead of wane
Roots taking hold, pushing into my lungs
Petals pouting out, hindering my tongue
It wasn't supposed to end in pain
Breathing starting to become a strain
Nothing hurting more than smiling through the pain
But I smile anyways, if only to regain
Normalcy eroded by my tongue.
It's fine.
These flowers that flowed from me were the daisy chain
Tethering me to the "sorry" that left me slain
Everything after sounding like ancient tongue
As the pollen started to fill my lungs
Vines curled around my heart, disrupting veins
Tears flowed down my face, I smile, "It's fine."
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