The Ideal One
You think you are so sure
Of course, you are so pure
All you see is what the world shows
You have no mind inside
For you have no heart in mind
You do not doubt yourself
Spilling what the world has filled you with
As if that's all you can give -
The knowledge you have eaten
Recycled and returned
Emotions burned and ashes hidden
You have never learned
Not once have you lit the lamps
That would otherwise be your guidance
They stay burning
On the fuel of ignorance
Such a precious soul
Gone to waste
Such warmth turned cold
Out of fear of deciding your own fate
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This is shitty. But, who cares, I'm posting it because nobody even reads this other than Skin, lmao. Cheers to Skin, though. ^_^
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Random Stuff - Part II
RandomThis is a random book. With a lot of poetry. And other things, too. Find out by reading, maybe? Please? ♡ Cover credits // @SoullessSkin (you should check her out btw, she's also a great writer) "Her eyes spoke beautiful words unlike most beautiful...
