Strangely enough,
I started feeling colder as the days went by;
My chest shivering in it's place.
My fingers were frozen stiff
My skin getting paler by the day.
But frozen fingers didn't stop me from painting-
Painting the forbidden.
-Truth be told , I loved the cold.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoesíaHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
