my little baby
I used to be this girl with dreams. Until reality woke me up and I got too caught up chasing it. But sometimes it gets real blurry, the world spins too fast for me to catch up and I'm too tired to even run after it. In those moments I realize, the girl with dreams is still alive. It's just buried deep within, waiting to be awakened if I ever need company. The girl I used to be is long gone, but that girl, is still a part of me.
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
