There's a little window
That opens up at three in the morning
Maybe at two
But it has a strange way
Of making me want to scream ᴀᴛ the top of my lungs
Of making me cry
And making me love things
That I never did before.
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quiet dreams of crowns and metamorphosis
PoetryOnce upon a sweet vivid memory dream~ •°. '°. •. Highest ranking: 114. •. °'. °• ^not impressive but eh^ (I like writing poetry so I will update "often") ^no promises^ -T R I G G E R W A R N I N G- ^sensitive people, be warned.^ Also, support me o...
