Poems
My muse
Other poems: | Missing: You were roaming the forest in the darkest night, with the sound of screaming angels in your head. You were tired of the unbearable fight, wishing the world to be dead. You were walking with a smile upon your face, with an uncertain tingeling fear. You thought you knew the exit of the mase, and it meant leaving the ones you kept near. With those thoughts singing in your mind, you hardened the grip of the solution. You had been so pleasant and kind, still to you this was the only conclusion. But I knew. You spoke when there was no sound to be heard. Tess-07 |
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