Little by little standing at the end
Of chasms
I've let my emotions rule
I'm making decisions that could help me
I'm really trying to let go
And embrace the me that stood all those
Years
In her dirty gown, singing on the iron gate
Humming to herself
Playing queen and kingdoms
Maybe that me is back
The one that finds joy in the green of nature.
And the girl that seeks to savour the ugly and the cast way
If I say yes, I hope I can be red riding hood with a happy ending.
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Tell Me Something
Poetry~where I tell you many things~ It would be a lie if I say I don't feel many things. I feel alot. But I also do not feel anything most times. If I change my skin and become someone else, will you still understand me? Why don't I tell what I think? _ ...
