we bleed on paper
we breathe stories
and we write the stories by our hearts
YOU ARE READING
dead stars: wishing and admiring from afar
Poetryprose & poetry to the stars that we used to have in our lives, i am sure that they have shined the brightest in their lifetime. my heart grieves with you.
prelude
we bleed on paper
we breathe stories
and we write the stories by our hearts
