There is beauty in the dull, the dreary, and the null,
Where there's black in the veins, and smoke in the skull.
There is beauty in the tears, the ache, and the rough,
Where she's fed up, and proven herself tough.
There is beauty in the green, the sky, and the sunlight,
Where she's not afraid, instead full of might.
There is beauty in knowing that there's light in the dark,
Where she fights for freedom, creating a spark.
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I was inspired to write this while listening to From Here by Adib Sin & Cae ♥︎
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Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
