If it's wrong to love someone like you in this quantity than I would hope that the devil would cast me into the fires without hesitation because it would be short of a sin to not always bare the abundance of which I chose to feel on my sleeve in place of angel wings
YOU ARE READING
you will never know the violence it took to become this gentle.
Poesiaa collection of poems that i write to share what normal sentences and my body cannot convey. yes these are all about my life, i know i am horribly annoying and boring yes, oh well. it's all real believe it or not, but the point is that art isn't alw...
