Scorpions do it right. They are all brown and gross until you shine a light on them.
Only then do you see their real beauty. They glow brilliantly, but turn the light off and they're back to brown.
He was like that. He only glowed in the light, but when it went dark so did he.
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
