The monsters that once
Lurked outside your door
Have left your mind
For it is a child's no more
The realization
That can begin
A beautiful life
We want to win
But the monsters still haunt
We still wish they were here
Because they were false
A better kind of fear
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
PoesíaPoems I write because I decided not to make a million books! Some will stay as individual books though (: The cover is my awesome quill edited a lot! Thanks for reading tell me how you feel!
