Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

astronomy•poetry

these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

To Fade Away

We were the best of friends. Unbreakable, we may seem. But just like all good things, it all came to an end.

brown haired boy ✓

you said it would sting. //train tracks with miles// © 2015 flawed-