{breathe.}
a collection of poems.
She was heaven . Her dark hair blew with the air around , in perfect tone . Her gown flowing when she turned and twisted . Her slippers shining due to the rays of the sun . Where the real opposite of love is not hate because it's is just love gone bad and instead Apathy . In which you learn what is love . The ye...
I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved
It is easy to lose yourself around the bright lights if you have got dark soul. Words are masterpieces carved from the blue of our souls and sprinkled with midnight regrets. A...