❝u n s a i d were his feelings. walls around him, not even by a machete be broken. uncertainty descends on me, making me think I was nothing but forgotten.❞ she would spent everyday in the same cafe they met, only hoping to come across him, while he would spend everyday not knowing that someone could possibly love h...
drowning in you. all rights reserved. © 2014 witchlings clawing my way out. all rights reserved. © 2024 witchlings
after dark beautiful things grow and fester, kissing your mouth, eviscerating your insides.
THEY SAY THE RICH LEAVE THE POOR TO BURN, but sometimes having it all is really the malicious way of the universe tearing you apart, cell by cell, atom by atom. It takes the little things first, so that you only feel a nagging sensation, but then it's in chunks and chunks and chunks until - © 2017, michelle
moonlight: the light of the moon. a collection of short poems about darkness, the night, and the moon. highest ranking in poetry - #271
