Sometimes
The rock can be soft
Only if you open that one last door
The lightning can be beautiful
Too bad you have opened all but one
The dark can be warm
To know that fairytale never exist
The beast can be friendly
The last door is kept locked
Without taking a glimpse into it,
You walk away.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
