Is it but a coincidence
That the bright colours of dawn
Are reflected across your cheeks as
They rise with your grin?
Is it but a tragedy
That the melancholy colours of dusk
Are reflected along your jaw as
It sets with determination?
~I feel like I've suddenly become a poet XD this is short and shitty, but I was thinking of my OC from my first-first book I my other account that needs some serious revising and editing~
Edit: this takes a whole 19 seconds to read whoops.
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Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together
RandomAttempting to write every day aside from the school work that is overdue and piling up. If I don't work on my main ideas stuff will be written here, plots, poems, shorts, timelines, or just me babbling. This won't be updated every day, most of it wi...
