Poems from Flawed_beastess
Is this my consequence, for me being born, being too imperfect for your precious eyes.Is this my consequence, because no matter what I did...
Succumbed by my overlying petals that only reveal I'm everything but living.When I try to instill the wetness in my roots that give out I'm...
Your eyes... They are so beautiful and ineffable as to decieve me to falling in again, like two black holes that seem empty, yet behind...
Her skin...
It glistened like that little Ray of sunshine, sparkle of light, inexistence of night he wished to see in his dark coma of fear...