a timeless ache: your name dead on my tongue, forever. and i still crave: the way your promises glittered against my darkest night,
By Auburn Lily3 years ago in Poets
restless winter dreams – picturing life without you. nothing quite as blue.
let me dive into the ocean of your iris. find me, lost at sea.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. No, Anais still remembers a time before the war. Before her people conquered them, bred them, trained them – wielded them as weapons.
By Auburn Lily4 years ago in Fiction
