dear monster under my bed,
when i turned 7 they told me
you were nothing but a figment
of my dark childhood imagination
dear monster under my bed,
when i turned 11 i realized
that you were always there with me
creeping along the tunnels of my brain
dear monster under my bed,
when i turned 14 i learnt
that you were the only thing
that never left me
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
