evening falls and we stand together in an empty room.
strings play in the background as we gaze at each other.
both our hands are bloodstained from the acts of our own previous crimes.
but that doesn't matter, does it?
we're at our happiest here, no pressure.
it was all trial and error, leading up till now.
we went around breaking others hearts in hopes that ours would one day be full of bliss.
and now they are.
so here we are, waltzing around in the moonlight
our hands red, in our best attire.
YOU ARE READING
head in the clouds
Poetrya collection dump of works i wrote for my creative writing class / in high school (aka not so good writings but i wanted to share them anyways)
