I'm Not ReadyA Poem by CourtniReneeMy best friend is in the hospital againYou are perfect in your imperfection. I planted a flower in my backyard and named it after you. I laid next to it and traced the red of the petals. Listen! The wind is your uneven heartbeat. The sky is glass, smooth and clear as the breath in your battered lungs. You, my dear friend, have waited for death since you were sixteen, but now death will wait for you. I will name every flower your likeness, if you will not leave until we are both ready. © 2016 CourtniReneeReviews
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8 Reviews Added on October 11, 2016 Last Updated on October 11, 2016 AuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more.. |

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