And Yes she walked her nights alone
Somehow her Flesh still onto her bone
Oh Yes she Drowns into her songs
Imperfection all along
Holding onto the world she crumbles
Infested cowering pain it was
Wouldn't it all be a better cult
Rather she face this difficult world
Still she walks her nights alone Pretty Nightmares take control
But then she sees the Sun shine bright
Somehow a smile adorns her face
Yes She is aware of the dreadful night
Must She await her silver knight
One day She shall be a Shining star
A Probable Imitation to go afar
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The Black Dog
PoetryA simple short poem depicting difficult times of my life. Written over the summer of 2018. It's a first💜
