He likes the way I speak
But how can I be heard,
When he's a roaring wind
And I'm just a pin wheel?
YOU ARE READING
Euphoria & Woe
PoesíaSometimes our beasts can't be caged up inside. Sometimes I let my demons dance free among the words that I give to you, my love. Forever for you. (I stole the pictures, that stole my heart.)
