Is life a gift
or a curse
for the ones who are damned
to live under broken skies?
The shadows advance
brought by stitched-up names,
haunting every lucid dream
until you gasp awake.
The land is filled by pretentious princesses,
envious empresses, and dreadful duchesses,
and each passing year it feels
like they're piling up litter
for losers like me to gather and keep
forever.
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𝓓𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓼 || 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂
Poetry❝And like the moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.❞ Embrace your sadness and speak with the darkness, then let it guide your pen. Brightness doesn't exist without the dark to help it shine. Copyright © 2021, M. A. Beni...
