Promise
I should've known
Kissing stone
With blooming promises
Doesn't make it much beautiful
It pains as it kisses
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Just The Randomness of an Insomiac |Poetry|
De Todo"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let h...
EnTry No1 (aa)
Promise
I should've known
Kissing stone
With blooming promises
Doesn't make it much beautiful
It pains as it kisses
