TWENTY-ONE
a second thought in your heartDo not be surprised
when you crack open
my chest to collect your prize,
and all of the flowers have been
picked and plucked,
and gone through.My cage lays a victim to robbery,
what could be swept and taken
without a second thought.― They do not grow back.
If you're a Harry Potter fan, what is your Hogwarts house?
𐎀 I'm a Hufflepuff! Went back & forth on it for awhile, because I feel like I share traits in both Hufflepuff & Ravenclaw, but overall, I fit in Hufflepuff the best!May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love...