Once upon a lullaby,
I willingly fell asleep,
Once upon a normal night,
I cried to sleep...
Once upon a chaotic morning,
the battles with my demons
became my secrets to keep;
Once a daisy, now a thorn,
if I prick you,
you're not allowed to weep.
- Crimsyy ♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
