When dragons cry.

Soft kiri

(More nalu) When I saw you crying I thought What have I done. It turns out I did nothing. Lucy has fallen the sky was dark and everyone was crying I saw you your final breath your final tears escaped from your beautiful brown eyes. I... I was crying for the first time I never thought I'll see the day when my most prized possession would fall How could I let your life Slip through my hands. *Gasp* I woke up? It was a dream. Lucy was in the kitchen. I hugged her. The day was light again Everything was normal I cryed in her back She was confused I told her. "That will never happen I promise." She said. I was fine. ------------ This sounds like more of a chapter of my book rather than a poem doesn't it well oops. I know your probably thinking... Stop the nalu for a while. Sorry I'm just obsessed I'm watching a season with so much nalu that I felt inspired its gonna be like that for a while sorry.

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