no one's there to capture us in candid moments
so we make our own photographs
and we paint us in our poems
holding each other's arms
we're just two souls upon the clouds
getting out of reach, being the antisocial being
embracing us with our memories whenever we miss
YOU ARE READING
Golden Bruises
Poetry- • ● p o e t r y ● • - ☆ ~ because all of your bruises have a golden story to tell ~ ☆ #itsnotaphase
