"crying was never fun,
not until He helped me.
He saved me from my dying self
and guided me,
when no one else did.
He caught me when i was weakest:
and pleaded me to stay
once i had got better.
i was prepared to leave...
but why would i want to go back?
especially after what
the world's done to me...
why would i go back?
it'd be a silly thing to do.
He saved me – my baby.
so i'm staying.
he needs Me now.
i'm the devil's little helper,
don'tcha know?
i like to cry, just for show!
he might've made me crazy
and everything's hazy
but it's okay,
because i'm HIS daisy."
date: 11th march, 2017
time: 03:01 a.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
