The shy and fearful, I. Frightful and quick to move at the sight of another. Cower behind trees and keep this head down low. Petal stained fingers, lips sealed shut by a pen in between.
Then there are dashing days. Walk tantalizing paces. Run recklessly towards absolutely everything and nothing. This daring gait. “Try and catch me, I ******* dare you”.
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
The shy and fearful, I. Frightful and quick to move at the sight of another. Cower behind trees and keep this head down low. Petal stained fingers, lips sealed shut by a pen in between.
Then there are dashing days. Walk tantalizing paces. Run recklessly towards absolutely everything and nothing. This daring gait. “Try and catch me, I ******* dare you”.
-Indigo B
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