December

See, I refuse to lead a bitter life, Frozen in the ugliness of a burning home, Haunted by the sight of a broken home, Trapped in the wreckage of two broken hearts.

In the Arms of Sorrow

Under the sun there is a season for everything, Eventually, the dust will settle And there will be light at the end of the tunnel, Pain demands to be felt; feeling is what makes us human, And that is the thing – To feel it but do not live with it.

Stay With Me

Guess it’s true I am not good at a one nightstand But I still need love, or at least a glimpse of it Cause I am simply human- just a simple girl And these nights never seem to go to plan They have been a little too cold to bear A little too dark, I... Continue Reading →

Fight to Make Up

Broken as we are we'll last through this Because darling we ride or die And we will wear our scars Someday turn them into stars When it gets too dark they’ll light our path

EMPRESS.

Of all the things that could have happened, Every element in the universe combined and colluded, To give you, Life.

Rose Gold

※ F I R E ※ 🔥 She is A fire That cannot be contained Fanned by her desire Her will to live And weave Her own story Walk Her own path Her journey. ※ A U T H O R ※ 📝 See Her story will be told Both to the young and old... Continue Reading →

LOST

It could be bleeding that I need – so that I can see the life within, And that time heals the wounds, but the scars remain, A reminder, A portrait, A lesson. A win.

  So for some obscure reason I came out to see you Driven by curiosity, maybe Or maybe because I needed a little entertainment Here we are Seated in awkward silence The clock tics and tocs But the time never seems to move This must be the forever you promised You look at me I... Continue Reading →

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