She is burying herself
down in the ground,
instead she is getting
closer to the stars. She
isn't from the world
crawling on the ground
and even unlike the creatures
with wings in air. She
talks of the things
underground but loves
the cosmos above the
clouds' abode. She isn't
a devil soul, but, she is a
fairy trapped in
unfairly tale of life.
©when_eyes_narrate
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
She is burying herself
down in the ground,
instead she is getting
closer to the stars. She
isn't from the world
crawling on the ground
and even unlike the creatures
with wings in air. She
talks of the things
underground but loves
the cosmos above the
clouds' abode. She isn't
a devil soul, but, she is a
fairy trapped in
unfairly tale of life.
©when_eyes_narrate
She has thorns all over her shards instead she picks petals from her abyss.
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