// fiction is to remain fiction //
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
// analysis of // ode to the boy who stole (among other things) my right to an opinion // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-ode-to-the-boy-who-stole-among-other-things-my-/ /...
// i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
// just a glimpse into a new perspective on love //
Appreciation is the smallest gesture shown each and every day.
I don’t know if it was that amplifier t-shirt but the tension between us was undoubtably amplifying. At that time we had started leaving the studio together when we where done for the night.
By k9wr...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason
i don’t know you but they tell me i have your eyes
By willowxrain https://willowxrain.tumblr.com/post/161275970679/papa
// our love thrives due to the compost of my past lovers //
// i love in bits and pieces, rather than in whole //
// i’m suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
// our love is the perfect shade of gray //
// drowning in your scent is not synonymous to drowning in you //
// the burning i felt from our love was not from warmth, but rather from frostbite //
// analysis of // ode to the boy who stole (among other things) my right to an opinion // which is found here: https://commaful.com/play/weeklybrent/-ode-to-the-boy-who-stole-among-other-things-my-/ /...
// i won't give you the satisfaction of seeing the marks you left on me //
// you rush out of me like an interminable river //
// just a glimpse into a new perspective on love //
Appreciation is the smallest gesture shown each and every day.
I don’t know if it was that amplifier t-shirt but the tension between us was undoubtably amplifying. At that time we had started leaving the studio together when we where done for the night.
By k9wr...
“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice
By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason
i don’t know you but they tell me i have your eyes
By willowxrain https://willowxrain.tumblr.com/post/161275970679/papa