Can I call you haven?
If my soul is worth the saving
If you're ready to hear
My ghost's battle cry
I'll take you to an island
Full of white palm trees and blue sand
Then you'll hear my name and shout it at the green sky
And I'll call you jury
Bias and snow flurries
And I'll take you to a mind thats out of me
And I'll tell you of my baby
And you'll ask me well who is he
And I'll mention to you that its a she
Then I'll take you to my castle
You'll say what a hassle
And I'll ask if you could be less negative
The walls will all start shining
And you will keep on whining
That if you did you'd have nothing left to give
A/n: I wrote this late at night after listening to too much twenty øne piløts and wanting to be edgy like them. If I come up with a meaning behind it I'll tell you
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Forest of Stanzas
PoetryA collection of poems. Some are dark, some don't make sense, all are mine. Feel free to comment a title or prompt and I'll write one for you.
