you will read
all the words
meant to be
scribbled on scraps
tattered and torn
pages never meant to be felt
black as the ink that pours from me
tear me apart
you will see
all the dreams
that used to be
escaping the chains
left out in the cold
my most beautiful horrors
the demons that roam my empty halls
open me up...I dare you
Oh my god LOVE this!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gina! You always have the kindest words. Such a huge boost, coming from you!
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