Take a deep breath and meet her eyes. || Short poem w/ authors note at the end. Should I start including those more?
I. the heat from the fire seeps into the grass and shrivels it into tiny grasping hands. the stars rotate lazily far above in bright bursts sour on your tongue. the moon hides her face and her beams w...
feels just like a warm summer breeze and smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne
Take a deep breath and meet her eyes. || Short poem w/ authors note at the end. Should I start including those more?
I. the heat from the fire seeps into the grass and shrivels it into tiny grasping hands. the stars rotate lazily far above in bright bursts sour on your tongue. the moon hides her face and her beams w...
feels just like a warm summer breeze and smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne