Just a quick one that was written simply because it needed to be said.
I'm terrified of the monsters that might leak out every time I open my mouth so I let them bleed out slowly and make them promise to heal quickly and scamper away into the darkness that is me alone
I can dance with the fire and run faster than wolves but when this heart stops beating late at night you can't revive me , revive it
Reignite that light that shows me to dawn and the hope that I could wake up but I hope that I won't
Hoping That the sun makes its way through black curtains to break the slumber of the dragons that is me
That yesterday ran with wolves in her dreams and set fire to the sky line with her bare hands
As she cried
Every night
Head against the wall
She's sick of you
Sick Of it all
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The Big Book of Poems
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