Thoughts are a bull shark
Agressive and thriving
No matter what I throw at them
They disguise themselves
like an innocent cat
when in reality they're lions
With blood dripping
down their chin
from all their victims
How can a skylark
fly in the dark?
How can it thrive in the storm
and survive a lightning spark?
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
