There once was a place
In a haze, far away
Where everyone knew where home was
They could build up their lands
In the palms of their hands
And they couldn't have given a care
They kept to themselves, these people
For they couldn't bare the weight of the world
And they kept holding hands to save it
And it worked just as well as it could
There once was a place
Full of sun-spackled rays
Where everything was new and bright
Some stayed in that world
Some explored beyond it
And then complained that they were too unalike
Most kept to themselves, those people
But they couldn't bare the weight of the world
And they couldn't hold hands to save anyone
And they couldn't just shout to be heard
There once was a place
Full of chains, full of memories
Where the cracks in the world are bright
They could build up their lands
But they don't, so the sands
Of time ring and run out on their shells
YOU ARE READING
Jus lil things :3
RandomMost of these will be explicit, some are ideas for stories, some are little one-shots, some are poems and I might rant about irl shit sometimes (without real names ofc) You can use most of these for your own stories, and if you can't, I'll put a lit...
