Perfect plush paws and cutting claws.
Bright yet lonely eyes bestowed.
She has woken up from a sweet nightmare.
Still slumbering restlessly in the four corners.
Staring through unopened doors.
She is stuck around in the deafening sound of silence.
Her emotions are being torn to shreds.
Like a needle tearing and stitching through every threads.
Entangled by her own web of inferiority.
She then took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
She wanted to scream out loud with all the strength she had,
Yet, always ended up keeping everything inside.
Originally written by: @Prettymira18
Dedicated to: aprilcath13
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
