I could tell you about the first breath of new life in all its elegance
I could show you the world through the mind of a lesser beast
I would spoon-feed you pastries that taste like sunshine
But the words have gone
I am left clutching the whispers their ghosts left behind
Stitching together a patchwork set of terrible lines
(2 June 2016)
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An Aged, Bitter Collection of Poetry, Prose, & Papers
PoetryThere once was a sad girl, not that long ago, in a kingdom not so far away. Perhaps a glance into her somber scribbles might help you on your quest to scribble for yourself.
