•falling in love with world •a messy poet •instagram-@_scintilla.__
I often forget the name of the streets that lead me to home I often forget the name of the streets that lead me to home
Today, I'm wrapped in a silver knee-length dress, Shinier than the ashes of stars. Today, I'm wrapped in a silver knee-length dress, Shinier than the ashes of s...
Like red roses and lavenders, We were petals of different flowers. Shining, kissing and bleedi... Like red roses and lavenders, We were petals of different flowers. Shining...
Sometimes I wonder, If the beauty of stars Were inspired by your eyes. Sometimes I wonder, If the beauty of stars Were inspired by your eyes.
There were no tears left for being found, On the faces, dried up by breeze... There were no tears left for being found, On the faces, dried up by breeze.....
This poem is about empty roads which tell stories This poem is about empty roads which tell stories
Tonight, let's get out of the city And laugh till our hearts hurt. Let's create another stor... Tonight, let's get out of the city And laugh till our hearts hurt. Let's...
Somewhere above the pink clouds, There's a castle made from love; Scented with lilies and pr... Somewhere above the pink clouds, There's a castle made from love; Scente...
Broken glasses on the floor, With kisses of blood,.... Broken glasses on the floor, With kisses of blood,....
When our hearts would break, It would be quiet like our shattered dreams... When our hearts would break, It would be quiet like our shattered dreams...