we drew polaroids of subconscious morning beneath bruised clouds...
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
things could've been so different, but we both stay.
there are no curtains to cloak the autumn sun, no dreams to paint dreamless eyes... [ Inspired by @soulstitch_04 ]
i can't help lying, cuz i know you care too much, and i don't want you to (it's my half-birthday ; P)
A small attempt for @innovativewings's contest :p (Prompt: Melancholic season)
Was that when things started to get too complicated to comprehend?
For the daily prompt.
βThings taken for granted are the things, if not granted, causes us the biggest discomfort. Very often it's the neglected small things which forms the biggest of shadows while walking away.β
β Shahens...
"We never really see the true worth of someone much less a something until the person starts walking up that staircase" A poem of moving on and letting go
My interpretation of Major Gilbert's final leter to Violet, a poem of romance and melancholy based on romance in the war and love that will stand the test of time.
In this world you pay for everything, not long until you'll pay for air too...but not quite everything. Madness will always be free.
"If only to see you happy, I'd give up everything time and time again"
When in an abusive relationship sometimes we feel this way.....
Disclaimer : melancholy
we drew polaroids of subconscious morning beneath bruised clouds...
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
things could've been so different, but we both stay.
there are no curtains to cloak the autumn sun, no dreams to paint dreamless eyes... [ Inspired by @soulstitch_04 ]
i can't help lying, cuz i know you care too much, and i don't want you to (it's my half-birthday ; P)
A small attempt for @innovativewings's contest :p (Prompt: Melancholic season)
Was that when things started to get too complicated to comprehend?
For the daily prompt.
βThings taken for granted are the things, if not granted, causes us the biggest discomfort. Very often it's the neglected small things which forms the biggest of shadows while walking away.β
β Shahens...
"We never really see the true worth of someone much less a something until the person starts walking up that staircase" A poem of moving on and letting go
My interpretation of Major Gilbert's final leter to Violet, a poem of romance and melancholy based on romance in the war and love that will stand the test of time.
In this world you pay for everything, not long until you'll pay for air too...but not quite everything. Madness will always be free.
"If only to see you happy, I'd give up everything time and time again"
When in an abusive relationship sometimes we feel this way.....
Disclaimer : melancholy