"there is art trapped in your blood and the confines of your veins and the paper is a ruthless vampire prepared to taste it, if only you'd be willing to share your quiet beauty with the hungry, ivory parchment." ▪▪▪▪ a collection of original poetry, prose and other rants and passages. a collection of my feelings. hig...
melancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
"And you? What's your name?" Jack asked. No words escaped my mouth; I was too busy staring at him. I was in a trance. He tried waving his hands to grab my attention, but I still didn't answer. "Hellooo?" That's when I snapped back to reality and managed to answer. "My name's S-summer Lovem-m-more." I stuttered. "Thank...