I write story’s to release the parts of my Imagination that will never come true.....
Die. Die for all the times you cried. Die. Die for all the times you decided to open up like the sky. Die. Die for being weak…..Just don’t die for being unique…..
By Lone Wolf4 years ago in Poets
Where are you? How are you? What do you look like? Have I met you before? Have we spoken because if not, where are you?
By Lone Wolf5 years ago in Poets
Sun, moon and stars. Star, moon and sun. Two vs one. A confused battle because one is stronger than two. The understanding behind one voice being stronger than many is new.
Standing still so I'm closed in. I won't move. No light....So I can't see. I like it here. Darkness I've become accustom too... Moving is not an option.
