She had absolutely no clue why she felt that way , she was sad, maybe or just a bit surprised she just couldn't get it . She wanted to cherish those moments only they had the idea about .
But it was difficult because she was scared , the dream provided warmth but the hands reached out to her from under the bed were cold . The monster pulled her insides out slowly, knowingly hitting at her insecurities. So cold it was , that it felt almost empty , it almost felt like nothing when she knew it was literally her everything but the monsters under her bed were so scary , so scary !
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Shades Of Ink
PoetryWhen the soul speaks and heart flies....... Just a bunch of soulful poems. Here's a sample.. My love, You're the definition of forever for me, With a new hope in my heart, I want to melt in your arms, The night witnesses our sacred bond, And no...
