Poem

Poem

Poem

Poem

Poem

Sentences begin to make sense when you break the word order. People begin to show their true colours when you break their heart apart. Yet sense hurts and true colours don't last. - I write mostly to escape my mind, and rarely to express it. So you'll read mini-story poems and some dark and messy ones. Criticise my writing; break it, smash it, anything that will help me improve. -

scintilla (n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely visible trace. [lower-case intended] © zay black cover by renée

「 fall like autumn leaves. 」 ＋ICHIGOLD

in which a girl falls in love with forest

sing me the melody of yesterday's grieving. [tokyo ghoul]