Ever heard of the flower that grew in between thorns?
Ever heard of light that grew out of darkness?
This and many more he was to me.
I found him in a place where demons lived.
I found him different, glowing out of darkness.
He became the Halo to my dark times,
He became the beauty to my soul.
I found my most expensive item, he is my masterpiece.
I found my rare piece in the mist of darkness.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
Ever heard of the flower that grew in between thorns?
Ever heard of light that grew out of darkness?
This and many more he was to me.
I found him in a place where demons lived.
I found him different, glowing out of darkness.
He became the Halo to my dark times,
He became the beauty to my soul.
I found my most expensive item, he is my masterpiece.
I found my rare piece in the mist of darkness.
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