405 words read Tick tock she stares at the clock, as if she’s waiting for it stop Tick tock she’s waiting it out, the ghost in her dreams the beasts in her shadows
I’m never gonna say it, but my god I know it true, that I am most certainly, madly in love with you I fantasise me and you and the wonderful thing we can be, every poem every love song was dedicated t...
The words I hear are simply a fragment of my imagination. Words that drown me so deep in my own mind that the words drown out themselves. A conversation piece, a echo, a creek under you bed at night, ...