Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy...
"I am the black on white; the ink on paper." A collection of my nightly thoughts and daydreams. Highest rank: #5 in Poetry. Please enjoy reading and find a friend in one of my works. :)
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
in which he writes letters to the stars in hopes of her being among them.
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
"You have a problem with falling, don't you?" "You have no idea." Cover by LilacLucas
Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours
"Calum, why is everyone in this town so afraid of you?" [this isn't scary i promise]
in which the number fifteen could very possibly save a poor boy's life. © calbain || lowercase intended.