The Past (Poems)
Who knew the memories of the past could hurt so much in the present
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
❝ As the summer falls upon the end comes the beginning of a warm romance. ❞ (Secret Santa Service present for @AnchoredShips) © nate k. 2014
❝ Summer rushed their veins with warm afternoons so their hearts became fireworks. ❞ (haiku poems) © nate k. 2014