When I look you in your eyes,
I don't see the body of veins, organs or blood anymore
I see haunting woodland,
Filled with thornes
Trees giving birth to poisonous apples
Creatures with sharp claws, eager to kill
And myself, so lost in your fantasy
That I feed on those apples
Be-friend those creatures
And rest on those thornes..
-L.Y.
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She Shined Brighter On Darker Nights
Poetry🦋A series of poetry about all the words silenced by the world. Seeking pain, grief, love, ambition, longigness of every girl who has a soul of that of a fighter. A series of poetry about every young soul trying to fit in. A series of poetry for l...
