When I wake up now,
The sun no longer has that delicate shine,
It's just dim lit,
No longer gives me that foreign smile.
When I get ready for bed,
I no longer frown at the moon,
Instead I face my fate,
And give it a smirk of lace.
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A Butterfly Afterlife✧
PoetryPoetry Book Four ♡ Trigger Warning: Light Themes: Love, Romance etc.. Dark Themes: Depression, Horror etc...
