alma

Look, now over a half of my sentences begin with a sigh intentions. I'm defective, so infectious inside pretending to cry isn't a problem when it rains it only becomes a problem when it stops but, Used to looking down, when things aren't looking up 1 day my life'll flash before my eyes; not sure … Continue reading alma

Don’t you get mad when there isnt’ a word that encapsulates your thoughts? So you write sonnets and songs, and poets and hymns, haikus and shit just to sorta capture it all?

sigh. the streetlight kissed your eyes & created an impression so pure. its whiteness i bring this up, bceause I fell in love by remembering my reflection off your iris. expression in its highest form, sensory designed to cure, destinies arrived. analyzed the sculpture, of course. - then vandalized your structure leaves falling aimlessly, in … Continue reading Don’t you get mad when there isnt’ a word that encapsulates your thoughts? So you write sonnets and songs, and poets and hymns, haikus and shit just to sorta capture it all?