there is no hurt
there is no sin
trapped in a world of
perfect elysian
crystalline tears
cloud my vision
i'll stay here in
this beautiful prison
YOU ARE READING
emotions.
Poetryhouses of floral people of glass bodies of marble minds of brass anxiety is really rude this book IS my mind and a voice for my thoughts. when i can't understand the feelings in my brain, i write. it's really the only way i can explain what's going...
2.
there is no hurt
there is no sin
trapped in a world of
perfect elysian
crystalline tears
cloud my vision
i'll stay here in
this beautiful prison
