Darling fear not
Don't you dare cry,
When I come, I'll come with a thousand strong,
A thousand things
I'll come baring various gifts.
Oh the wonder, the aww
My eyes will pierce you in place, I won't be subtle nor slow
I'll be swift and hard
You won't miss me, like the sun in the sky or the moon at night
Too bright to fail to see
Fear not darling
One day you'll know my name and I'll know yours and thus we'll know what our last breath will sound like.
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Salvaged Soul
Poetry"The mind is a beautiful servant but a dangerous master" It said "so i must then let it serve my soul" I whispered A salvaged soul is not new, it is old. It has lost and is still losing but is no longer who it was when it first broke. To be one step...
