Like old photographs, we'll fade,
you took my heart in your hands
and my dreams to the grave.
YOU ARE READING
scribbles and drabbles
Poetrya collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014
bc.
Like old photographs, we'll fade,
you took my heart in your hands
and my dreams to the grave.
