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.

my heart is drained from all the love that i gave you. (love poetry) ©gIeamings

i am jealous of anyone who has ever touched you

and so with that, in conclusion, sometimes all there's needed is a scream to shatter the glass around your own heart. tryna be poetic or whateva (not really succeeding tho!)

We go together, like chips and seagulls.

justified braggings

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

live love die, all on the same night.™