An acrostic.
Walk me to the city of bones while the sky's still dark,
Hidden where all the hearts you broke, let me see them all,
In those hollows and jagged edges, I see who you are,
Remember the time, the time I learnt to crawl?
Learning to break through, but your claws were in too far,
Wounded and fractured, glaring back I stood tall,
I was fighting for myself but we were wheeling the same cart,
None of us gave in, look there's my heart, as broken as I recall,
Dad? is that yours, carelessly thrown on the sidewalk?
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Creeping In ✔
PoetrySlow and steady, subtle yet itching, they're creeping in, they're creeping in, twirling around, twisting in, they're creeping in, they're creeping in. Cover by our awesome: @Kihi-98
