Our childish monster. The ones in our closets and under are beds. The ones that were forgot and never spoken about again. The tall ones, that scared us with their shadows. The ones with bright eyes, that gleam though the night. The ones that only spoke a word or non. And the ones who never came out to see the sun. How is it, that our childish monster's are the ones we dream about. The ones that scare us, but never dare touch us. The ones most of us begin to remember and/or love.
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PoetryPoems and quotes will be posted here. Made by me and posted by me. Do you dare enter my mind of many things. If so your epic and amazing. ........ I hope you enjoy if you read. I hope I make your mind think about anything or everything.
