Father Died
You did not know how to brush my hair anyway
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
"When you're black and white there's no use hiding in a field of colours," his umber eyes so solemn, "Anthony T. Hincks." But when Cillian looked at Oliver, he couldn't help but disagree, because to Cillian, Oliver was all the colours of the spectrum merged into one and then at screaming splendour and ref...
you must love even when you feel like you can't. [1/3: "A COLLECTION OF: CONFUSION"]
the silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
these days of youth grow shorter, while my lips are bleeding for relief. [3/3: "A COLLECTION OF: ODES TO YOUTH"]
our gazes clash like blades ricocheting off of each other glancing off of each other each time i catch your eye and yours are trained on me i feel a jolt like fire shiver and flicker over my skin my lady, my love, oh, were i to bite the sweet spot where your neck meets the line of your shoulder to be with you is my g...