It’s a world stripped of colour Everything is horror film grey Claustrophobic silence the birds…
Category: Uncategorized
Uncategorized
Continue Reading
Writer
Little words swimming in my head I can’t sleep They grow roots Roots that dig…
…..of depression
I wish it was sadness Because at least that would mean I could feel Something,…
In love….oops! On loop
How does it happen? That every time I assume myself in love Ok, Maybe not…
not too poetic
roses are red that’s supposed to be sentimental but when i looked at the petals…
Him or him?
He held out the bouquet of flowers They were perfect just like everything about him…