The center of the cross
sparkles silver flashes,
I'm feeling kinda lost
like a crooked picture.
Green inhabits the moss
and grows so rapidly,
one day naively beaming
with her cheekiness.
You can never hurt me
when you're the one
who made me,
unconditional love
a third eye will see
How in videogames,
we get to walk the clouds...
why not in this reality
can't we just live our dreams?
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 9:16 AM UTC
The center of the cross
sparkles silver flashes,
I'm feeling kinda lost
like a crooked picture.
Green inhabits the moss
and grows so rapidly,
one day naively beaming
with her cheekiness.
You can never hurt me
when you're the one
who made me,
unconditional love
a third eye will see
How in videogames,
we get to walk the clouds...
why not in this reality
can't we just live our dreams?
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