As she tumbles into darkness,
Her despair-filled heart wonders,
There, she was made an empress,
Of the world she truly ponders.
Suddenly reminded,
Of warmth around her,
She fell into a trance founded,
By the devil made by our.
She reaches out,
grabs the hand of God,
She pouted,
As she lands in a land crowded.
Hide the moon,
But i'll be there soon,
Every noon,
My dear boon.
I promise to be there,
Out in the distance,
No matter where,
No matter the season.
Michelle
n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
Words by http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/ because come on, it's BEAUTIFUL.
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