Paragon

Noah

Like the fine edges of the light that shines
You slice me up and fade away

And like a breath of fresh air I turn sour and float away

With a knick in my teeth and a grimace on my face

Blood running down my cheek, dripping on my shoe lace

I realize I'm not made of glass
And nothing will ever surpass

The Paragon we crafted

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2018 11:19
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Laura🌻

    Noah,
    A very interesting and intriguing write!
    A great read...
    indeed!

    ~Laura~

    • Noah

      Thanks!



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