lost flowers for you.

𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐨

an ode to the losers, the lovers and everything in between. © sandra 2018

Some thoughts that were rattling around in my pockets.

Here, hold my molten soul in your cupped palms.

we run, and someone chases. it's always the same.

honeyed lips and a milk stained tongue is your tea before church.

i once was a young girl, honeycomb heart dripping with liquid memories and stardust dreams.

lets burn the world with our toxic love