WickedWitch
hadi
𝓦𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱
December 7th
Once upon a December.
The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun.
𝓦𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱
December 7th
Once upon a December.
The poetry inside of me is warm like a gun.
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A Promise to Myself
I watched from afar, my heart in a race,
A love unspoken, a dream I couldn’t chase.
The moments we shared, now etched in my mind,
But fate had a way of being unkind.

I whispered my thoughts to the night’s cool embrace,
Wondering if I’d ever find my place.
But through the silence, a voice broke through—
A promise to myself, that I’d start anew.

No longer bound by what could have been,
I stepped toward the light, away from the spin.
I chose to be strong, to follow my way,
For the future I want begins with today.
Comments
98e 13 Sep, 2020 @ 1:29pm 
+rep;
~Fun to play with ;)