gray lays awake under his soft, black sheets
hiding from the person he'd become
the dark duvet was the color of anika's black heart
which seems to have never seen the sun
he doesn't know of the rumors told
what a clueless, little boy
yet, his mind and soul know something is inapt
but gray would've never thought he was a toy
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new style?? tell me if you like this or the other one, although i'll probably switch between these
YOU ARE READING
chimère
Puisi-- a dream he loves; a dream he can't touch; a dream that's killing him. -- (cover by me)
