wannabe author.
Thoughts crashed in waves of flashes— I once believed love was red, fierce like wildfire’s scars. I let it scorch me, thinking it would pull me through,
By Sandhya Paudelabout a year ago in Poets
I remember the first time I ever saw her, even though I shouldn't have. She wasn't supposed to be real. None of it was supposed to be real.
By Sandhya Paudelabout a year ago in Writers
