A nymph that bestrews pulchritude
Had troublous nights too,
Plumbless sorrow
Plenteous misery
But lenity,
notably inhume every single piece of ire in my heart
Stilly, progressing
for a better survival
Malefic,
others might say
but little did they know
it's just being tough
to behold the future
Dulcifying each moment of my existence,
silently,
with people whom I trust
Still in the process,
but nigh to what I want to become
I am a believer
of my own thoughts.
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 2:46 AM UTC
A nymph that bestrews pulchritude
Had troublous nights too,
Plumbless sorrow
Plenteous misery
But lenity,
notably inhume every single piece of ire in my heart
Stilly, progressing
for a better survival
Malefic,
others might say
but little did they know
it's just being tough
to behold the future
Dulcifying each moment of my existence,
silently,
with people whom I trust
Still in the process,
but nigh to what I want to become
I am a believer
of my own thoughts.
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