Looking Up
A fallen star,
all broken an charred;
a moon half severed,
a hole in its heart;
the ground all barren,
all wasted.
Broken, or burned,
severed, or cut,
barren, or wasted.
Each look up,
with new armor on their hearts,
a different set of eyes,
and a hatchling's brave ance.
That is the beauty of a second chance.
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The Greener Grass
Şiirthis is a collection of poop that came out of my butt because I either had too many emotions or I was bored & wanted to shit. yeah yeah I know, ISH.
