but even statues crumble if they're made to wait.
i'm so afraid i sealed my fate,
no sign of soulmates.
i'm just a paperweight in shades of greige,
spending my last coin so someone will tell me,
it'll be okay.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
