Why does it rain so much? Wipe that tear away...
There's thunderstorms in her mind, only to be blinded by her own flaws.
Who doesn't love surprises? No one is presented in a gift box anyway.
Living in a life she didn't choose, only to be crying to the gods up above.
You won't have to worry when she's gone...put away into her own perfect little gift box.
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poésie'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
