[Thuderclouds - LSD]
What kind of a person,
Does not know who she is?
What kind of a person,
Makes all think it's fine,
When In fact her whole world is crumbling down.
Molten lava tears hardened into igneous eyes.Note:
This poem is strangely uplifting and I have no idea why...ahaha please enjoy and comment bc I love reading your comments they legit make my day ❤️❤️
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Poetry𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐦: 𝘯. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳-𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩, 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓...