The never ending show appears right before everyone's eyes
Blinding, intriguing, striking–
Many watched in awe
Others sat in silence
Few cried in amazement and understanding
But only one person questioned himself
"Who was the man pulling all the strings?"
—xxx—
My deepest apologies if it totally sucks XD
Anyways, this is a book compilation of poetry and such. I'll mostly make poems for the Wattpad Poetry Contest [Link at the end of this chapter]. But if ever I got some idea, I'll write it down and express my self. If I'm not lazy of course–.
Have a great day ahead :3
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| Pulling Strings |
RandomThis beautifully stitched skin as white as wax, just like when they were alive. Their mouths that cannot clamor noisily or tell lies any longer. Aren't they all far more beautiful than when they were alive? ｡･ﾟ･All About Poetry･ﾟ･。
