She's a monster.
And I was her victim to conquer.
She claimed to love and care,
As well as claiming that for me, she'd always be there.
But in the end, it was all lies.
And at night when I cry about her,
it's hard to close my eyes.
I'm scared not of the monsters under my bed,
but of the ones she put in my head.
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Wallflowers and the Door To Nowhere
PoetryThis poetry book is of some of my poetry. This is a work in progress, because I have many poems, I will publish one poem each chapter. The name of the chapter will also be the poem's title. I will try and post five poems a day, sorry ahead of time i...
