Posted: December 5, 2012 in Ripple Effect

Aurora Y.

 

I make up stories,

For me, not for you

They come to me

They shout with glee

They rumble and tumble

Cascade through my mind

They make me smile

Most characters kind

Some live in the shadows

I like them the best

Others thrive with light

They show far too much

Too much of me

I like my façade

That I’m cool and dark

That I don’t like the light

It’s entirely untrue

The sun is my friend

At least sometimes

But they don’t need to know

I hate talking

That’s why

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