Curiosity killed the cat.
Magicians pulled rabbits from hats.
If there’s a will there’s a way.
Every night eventually turns to day.
Moonlight and stars chase darkness away.
Slowly dreams turn to dust, unused training wheels gather rust.
Hearts made of stone put daggers in my chest.
Tears fill my pillow when I lay down to rest.
I feel myself sinking, throw away another empty bottle of whatever I’m drinking.
Dark thoughts fill my head, I keep my monsters hidden under my bed.
Look in my eyes, see the parts of me I despise.
Tell me everything’s going to be ok even if you must go away.
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Poems
PoésieHey guys it's Tiphanie. And these are my poems I wrote I hope you enjoy. Leave comments and votes i promise to read all of them. Much love from Tiph. NO STEALING.
