Don't make my flesh crawl.
Without you, I'd still stand tall.
My universe will not fall.
I'm used to dark days and cold nights after all.
I promise you it wouldn't be my downfall.
It'd feel just like another nightfall.
Trapped in the same old wall,
some lifeless doll...
Just like a moon without its sun is all.
—g.s.
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Dreaming Out Loud
PoésieJust a little big dreamer chanting miracles. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.
