Everytime she
struggled,
She used that to motivate
Her even more rather than get
annoyed.
She found the
Beauty
In everything.
The dark, silence.
Everything.
She would be the type
Who would
Hold you
When you're upset and
Telling you everything's
Going to be
okay.
She would dust your
Skeletons in your closet,
Kissing your demons
goodnight.
Yet she was the type
The galaxies dreamed of.
The moon running after
Her.
And the stars wishing
Upon
her.
If only society
Adored her
The way the world did.
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Delicately Delicate - A collection of sad poems
Poesía❝We're just drepessed kids trying to help the other drepessed kids❞ *TRIGGER WARNING* (a collection of sad poems - read at your own risk please) Started: 31/5/19 Completed: ?
