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I didn’t mean to yell, but something cracked. * The way they talked over me. The way no one flinched. * How long
By Luna Jordan6 months ago in Poets
He was a child once. But that was a long time ago, before he got lost in the woods and changed. * To those like him, childish
Clock Town darkens beneath the approaching moon, sealing the fates of those who have yet to evacuate. * The final night
In a room within a tree, the boy without a fairy dreams. * Nightmares disturb him in his slumber; a drawbridge, a storm,
Unsightly. Hideous. Ugly. * They say these words like they mean something final. * As if beauty is the price of belonging.
It smells like teen spirit in the school gym. * In bloom, yet no one notices what’s growing. * Come as you are;
You think you own the world, don’t you? You’re a puppet on a string with nothing true. * Your words like knives, they cut
She’s been watching from the shadows, lurking in the night. * Her eyes burn with desire, ready to ignite. * A twisted
Bored or unable to decide what to do. Only my mind knows the answer but it won’t tell me. Really want to write but also want to read.
I never thought that we would break, we had a perfect melody. * Now, I have this sadness I can’t shake, constantly
Imagining forever begins with our hands intertwining. For all the breaths I take, I hope you're by my side. * Thoughts of you fill my mind.
Loss is devastating. Over the years, the pain dampens but never fades. Vacant spaces will replace memories. Even so, love survives beyond our lives.
