Intricacies
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
he said that i used to be his favorite book, but he ripping off my pages to write her a novel
words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
"summer, winter, spring, and fall. i love summer most of all." { poetry || short story - written in english }
she used to hate flowers, but the sun showed her how beautiful it is. { poetry || short story - written in english }