Of happy places
And magical dreams
Of sprinkles of sparkle
Of madness and sins

Of empty bottles
And broken hearts
Of everything devoid
Of healing scars

Of happiness in air
And pain in veins
Of repressed emotions
Of everything else in vain

Published by themagicflint

I started writing when I was sixteen. I think it makes me stand out. It lets me voice my thoughts. It lets me spread love. It builds me up. Yet, I fall.