Poems from bandaiids
There was a time where seeing you felt like home.
I wasn't in love with you, nor am I now,
But you were as my brother, I tried giving you...
Beauty is perpetually imperative to your existence.
You pride thyself on the fact that you can view even the ugliest things as beautiful...
I write to touch with not my hands. I write to live, to learn and to conquer my lack of motivation, my fear of desperate communication and...