From his boyfriend, it's going to be the perfect cup of coffee, every time.
A wisp of lavender coats me. To a Wild Rose.
Here's hoping I'm "accurate" enough.
I stare up at the ceiling and see this crevice that splits two ends of me Where had I lost the tolerance I prayed for?
Follow ya boi:
Life is a war and earth is the battle field. Then the peaceful meadow we call the forever sleep or death.