Lazy figure
Nasty tiny soul
Wreckless creature
Rebel,
She is.
What's wrong about making her,
expect nothing
because everything is a reality now.
As long as she doesn't have...
nightmares.
Dreams,
oh dreams,
wouldn't you become something
that she can adore here.
Nightmares,
little nightmares,
please stay there,
you are to heavy for her to handle.
🖤autumn
YOU ARE READING
autumn's journal
Poetryanything for everything from the rise and fallen of something. poems about the pain of living and growing up.
