She is written by witches,
Assisted by their unimaginable spells.
She originates from the darkest fairytales,
Consists of gloomy stories to tell.
She is a meadow of black orchids,
Blooming in the comfort of the shadows.
She is my love,
Imperfectly perfect,
And this,
She knows.
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Healed
Poetry"Though I find it hard to speak, I promise to be fluent in loving you." A poetry collection for those on the path to healing, self-love and fresh beginnings. Written by @cmitchells ACHIEVED RANKS - #29 in poetry #1 in poembook #3 in healed #28 in p...
