English Literature fanatic, Student. |
Moonlight drenched beyond your skin –
your shadow distorted in my view, it’s hand...
Note: (based on a book in which a women is having...
Because a moth, stuttering in and out...
If I could hold onto you with everything and...
My hands being little tree roots touching...
I am young enough to believe that nothing can...
That cathedrals burn and...
Yes darling,
It's hard to hold every fall and fly all at once...
I am simply a parcel of scar tissue resting lightly over you like a woven sky; exist wounds bleeding from a heart ceasing to beat in any other dialect than the one you gave to me, hopeful; like a wish on an autumn leaf. |