Post #5096

Windows open , let the air in, I close my eyes and picture death. I'm not a poet ,used to be one but now my memory is faded and the emptiness took away my words. I'm losing parts of me like a dandelion, give me love and I will follow you like the sunflower. Although I want roses in my funeral. My fickle mind prisons me and anxiety befriends me. One bedroom apartment and these unfinished stories couldn't pay my rent. Whisky is cold , barmaid is beautiful and I pay her to bed me. She's got a scarred smile. I pulled the trigger, am I dead ?. No it was just a false alarm. Xoxo Wallflower ( mind of mine) #review Please tell a word about it.