I USED TO DREAM OF A BLUE SKY WITHOUT A SINGLE CLOUD,
A LAND FULL OF FLOWERS BLOOMING IN VARIOUS COLORS,
LOVE THAT WOULD MAKE GOD YEALOUS.
NOW ALL I DREAM OF IS THE DARK SKY FILLED WITH STARS MAKING MY EYES GLISTER IN THE DARK AND
LOVE THAT WOULD MAKE GOD HAVE NIGHTMARES AND THE DEVIL KILL TO HAVE HIS HANDS ON ME.
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YOU ARE READING
*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*
PoetryTHIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)
