June 29, 2015 | 3:50 a.m.
"bring out the twinkle in your soul"
there's always a time to leave and a time to come. those who rise and fall. the struggles of trying to remain on top. no one wants to go outside into the bitter cold.
those who try to fly are the ones who have the biggest dreams - soaring in the sky just to look down at the little world.
they scream all the things in life as the careless drown in alcohol.
angels don't die, they go on to a better life.
they say those who wish death on themselves, try to strive in life harder than any others. however, many fall through. only fallen Angels go into the bittersweet fate of death.
let your wings take you through the sand and pull you up. none other can endure the pain as you do.
the most simple things in life, get to you. it's not because you are weak.
it's only because you tell your secrets.
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YOU ARE READING
writing dreams
Poetry*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx
