There is a strange one among the crows
With beady black eyes, it stares above
It is hardly a creature, just bones and sadness
It wishes it had wings
No matter how ugly or ill-fitted
No matter how impossible
Why stay with the crows who only care about their own reputations?
Why stay with the crows who think the creature deserves only humiliation?
It hides using the crows' feathers,
Turns away when it weeps
If revealed, the crows would chirp in mockery
The sky, though bright, is the bleakest for the fragile creature
The beady-eyed one wants to break its bones yet it yearns to fly away
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evanescence
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 💀
