Kiss him for me, won't you?
if your love was anything,
it would be everything.
she who loves, nurtures and protects us at every phase of our lives - she who is our saviour.
there is a season for everything; she will wilt and fall but she will also root, rise and bloom.
your love soothes my soul
and lingers in my heart
tell me, my love
that I'm your sweet pain,
your favourite mistake.
she's as beautiful
as the sunset.
you be the artist
and make me
Coming clean feels filthy.
A quick, simple poem about gambling love and lives, and what it achieves in the end. Based on prompt: achieve. Hope you enjoy! :D <3 (Also, a message/request at the end!)
Some nights are longer than others.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
Where love resides and affection takes shelter.
Lack of boundaries is the dream tale.
sorry for lack of posting, i been hella busy y’all :)