lives are crystallized
in amber or ice
and it all depends on
whether you're nice
(a/n: it was kindness week at school this past week so i made a little poem about kindness)
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
