All this shy
was a cover;
it's not who
she really was.
YOU ARE READING
The Empress Rises
PoetryYou broke me before you even knew what it meant to break, stood back & watched me go up in flames. Don't mourn for long; you'll need your legs when I rise from the devastation you laid.
Twenty-four
All this shy
was a cover;
it's not who
she really was.
