The night falls prey to the dawn,
Like a deer to a lion,
Like rules to a rebel.
Because, Darling...
Rules don't breed Rebels
I used to preach that..
But right now,
I am falling prey to
The spiral inside my brain,
and I don't know how to
Rebel my way outside it
-Milan©
YOU ARE READING
And The Stars Cried.
PoetryHey guys. I am 16y/o aspiring poet. And this book is a collection of poems that I wrote in the past year or so. Tell me what you feel.
