MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. PURCHASE "MELANCHOLIC MUSE" ON AMAZON! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew t...
Love, Love, Love What is love? We all have a million answers. Some sweet like honey, While others sting like scorpion's. And every one of us has our own version of it. Some so evergreen and spring, Some like autumn and winter. And what is you can feel all at once? And curiosity, like adding fuel to the fire... To just...