Another reality is a much needed mother's kiss on the head, a father tucking us in our beds,
But life is a beautiful nightmare, one filled with monsters and heroes, one of demons and angels.
But no matter how much we turn to ashes, crumble into smithereens, we continue to fight. Just the idea of freedom sends people into a hopeful frenzy.
Love is a battlefield, in which we can lose and fall to despair. We perish and fall, only to build our unbreakable skyscrapers.
Yesterday was just another bad day, and today is the chance to make things right.
We fight for tomorrow, so we can always die another day.
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evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
