She was the lighting catcher
Running away from ther mind and the monsters inside it
Searching for the impossible
She was the cloud fethcer
Trying to touch the sky and the sun
Bending the present and everything possible
How ironic was it that
As she was running farther
The monsters eventually caught her
And started drowning her in her thoughts.
What a shame was it when
The rain was slowly falling
And the darkness started crawling
That she lost herself in her thoughts.
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Shattered Colors
PoetryJust some poems I came up with that I really like(trigger warning!)
