To Melancholy
I stand poised without gills, Keep your light from my sorrowful sight, The nutrient in […]
I stand poised without gills, Keep your light from my sorrowful sight, The nutrient in […]
Coil around me, From cuticle to follicle, Constrict me to that point, Where my vessels […]
Dear life, Will we ever have those mornings? You and I, of burnt toast, You […]
Stars A chandelier of hopes, So far out of reach, Like the shooting star, most […]
It is said it started somewhere in the Orient, in a small, inconspicuous, town. It […]