Think about it. What if everything WAS different? What would happen? How would you change? How would the people around you change? If you think about it, the way things would be different, might even make it more like it once was.
Try this book of p...
Sometimes vines like to take over. They grow and grow, encasing me in a chamber woven green. A sanctuary full of my hopes and dreams, Memories of memories, imagined long ago.
I let these vines wind around me, My legs, my arms, my torso. They spread warmth I once knew throughout my brain, My mind goes limp.
The darkness cannot reach me here, Not in my earthen sanctuary.
I won't let it reach me here. I won't let it touch me. I won't be engulfed by its fiery jaws. It resides not with me, but I.
And I am not allowed inside my vine woven sanctuary.
I'm in control.
I'm in control.
~end~
Hello, and thank you for stopping by! I tried a shorter poem this time for something different, and I found it actually more enjoyable to write! So I might be doing some shorter poems for a while to see how it goes. Do you guys like to read shorter or longer poems? Just curious!
Thanks for readin'!
Love, Stardusttoad 💜
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