Before the blood bacame old, I dreamed about fairy tales. I dreamt of animals with wings, and how I grew jealous of the animals. In my dreams I would become a complete lunatic. I would wake up in the middle of the night furious.
So In my dreams I cut there wings off. And I never felt more calm.
Then one night they came and cut my heart out.
Because their hearts where part of the sky. And I would have cried. But
They cut my heart out.. So what was I to do?
So I kept on walking
A couple errors, but otherwise I love the way this is presented and how it speaks.
ReplyDeleteThis is sooooo good.
ReplyDelete@themomentandmomentum: thanks! and ill look into watching out for errors in future posts :)
ReplyDelete@Sampson roxborough III: first of all, thank you, and secondly, I love your name haha, flows pretty nice
I really like this.
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