Ironic as it may sound,
But that which makes me wonder,
How the skewed makes it straight,
Blissful esteem of oneself,
Deters others,
Scarred and scraggy my soul left,
Inverted love of self,
Deserted but jovial,
The obsession makes the aurora divine.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
ПоезіяThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
