ur brain birthed a fruit tree out of our love ©2017, ina

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee