I'm Holleia/Holly. |
There is a quality to the way the wind moves like...
Slides her fingers through my hair...
Remove my skin here
You can trace the indentations here...
Fingertips touch woven lines
And smear the charcoal tears...
Imagine those days once, when it was easy just to...
When just the act of breathing didnt hurt the...
Soft touches are apart from this
As are all the kindness shes missed...
Not mine - "Never take a gun on stage unless you're gonna use it." |
Love is a severe mental disorder. |
If life was simple, people wouldn't fight. |