e l e n a
she was beautiful, in a tragic way.
h i m
he was beautifully broken, a ghost walking the streets.
they both found comfort in the rain and
their hearts were being held together by mere thought alone
//and whatever their souls were made of, his and hers were the same.//
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Where Stars Collide *ON HOLD*
Poesía//Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder, my life is a storm// her name was elena and he had none they both had a strange passion for rain and whatever their souls were made of, they were the same. [currently on hold due to exams, however thanks...
