i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017

a natural hierarchy

❝I wanted to kiss you, but you told me you don't like the taste of rainbows.❞

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]