wordle 9/10

here’s 9/3 & 9/9!

wish my pain was as pretty as a glittering pearl

could be plucked like a petal, blown away in the breeze

i’d be scared to see it go, cause who would i be then?

too afraid of the cure, rather die from disease

wolves running feral, beneath the full moon

i’ll be the moss on an oak, cause i’m running too

make me a smooth stone, slowly carved by a stream

my body’s storm clouds & snow, oh can’t a girl dream?

i want to rebel

promise me you’ll never tell

they all have expectations

easier to stay locked in my cell