Lost syllables, lost love letters, swept away into a coma of endless time.
On emptiness and hopelessness.
sorry I can't do this anymore
strangely enough, this poem was inspired by some Lolita fashion outfits that I saw and fell in love with
“Ember amber, do not condone — o’ bare bruises fire!”
A villanelle for @wafflecatz ‘s “Fire Contest” on the prompt ‘Ashes’.
I haven't posted in awhile But hello again! (*^^*)
I'm definitely not healing.
the art used was artist kelogsloops! definitely not mine!
A little rain then Sun, save us a seat for two.
Let me know if I should make this a series, guys. I had a blast writing it