I started writing because I can't hold any grudges anymore. I've had enough of all your pretty lies and award- winning dramas.
Why do I keep on playing blind? Why can't I tell the truth?
Am I really destined to be left?
YOU ARE READING
Withered Amity
PoetryI'll be your sidekick When you're the hero. I'll be your shadow As you light and flick. Believe me, I'm your deus ex machina.
