bird of paradise
sad gods made from glorious icons like heaven
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55
xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
they never warn me to stay away from a guy with pair of deep ocean-like eyes. hell, I am drowning.
and i continued to water our love long after it had withered away. © playlist seventeen h.r. : #966 in short story