I had a dream once.
One of purple hues and sky blues
Where I was given a second chance.
I had a dream I rose above all
And someone's eyes finally pierced, my soul.
I dreamt of dying embers in a flame,
A fading scar and years of buried shame
Walking across wasted waters and,
Passing by long-gone promises
Deep underneath that frost layer of ice
Lay my childhood, bittersweet.
For why could I dare to hope,
To pray my fire to ignite again,
How could I ever yearn to be loved,
When even my darling child,
A lone infant with a heart too big and eyes too bright
Always knew my soul to be a dying light?
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It's Nice To Pretend (INTP)
Poetrythis is a little compilation of all my writing I have or will be doing because I am a sentimental whore and enjoy cringing at old stuff I thought was amazing a week ago. you're very welcome to point and laugh along with me.
