They say you're pretty, looking good You always clean up like you should A painted face, no pain to show A faded smile, that sadness glow;
By The Romane4 years ago in Poets
It’s a crispy Saturday morning with a few sun rays coming through. But Nina is unimpressed. With a blank face she goes on to do what she usually does, sitting by the window.
By The Romane4 years ago in Humans
Break my wings and clip them again Fuck me good and fuck off again I know the drill, I'll get a 10 Keep going, I'll throw you in a den!
It's first of March, the becoming of life March in bloom, with green and flowers ripe A slow metamorphosis of nature and soul
