TW: sh!
she danced in the cool rain,
with no music other than the crash of thunder,
and flashing of lights.
she was free,
and would enchant you with just a faint smile or wink.
now she dances,
with the anger and cruel words she speaks to herself.
with blades and blood,
her favorite time to dance is still with the music of thunder, and the flashing of lights.
somethings just never change, i suppose.
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poetry to make you bleed
Poetryif you've seen these in tiktok, don't worry, i didn't steal these!! my tiktoks are @writemeaway @herewefellinluv and i post these on there and vice versa:))) poems that i've written over the past couple of months, they are everywhere: favorable, so...
