I am poetry, dying to be heard.
Late-night confessions #7
Everything about her was poetry.
The glimmer of two uniting souls.
Set me free.
Perception leads to self-deception.
(Tried something new )
These are the echoes of my mind
// rip to the girl whose grave lies within your body //
Do we control the ending?
They collide with a chilling intensity.
She becomes an open book around him.
Late-night confessions #5
a bitter topic for some :(
Late-night confessions #9