An 18 year old daydreamer trying to make sense of the big, wide world.
Come explore with me...
The stone statue On her pedestal of dignity. Strength: the foundations of Her figure, chiseled like fine weaponry. Maybe if I take such sharpness
By Victoria Simons8 years ago in Poets
Cut off memories of pleasure and pain. Destroy those raw remains. So that You may flourish, love! Daisies sprout from discarded chains.
Your nimbly stencilled, night-sky black Butterfly tattoo That used to be daintily doodled across Your beautiful baby face
