Poems from ramonaslay
In this vast universe
I see you crawling,
under my skin.
You caught me with wounds
I say "hey, here's my skin".
The bruises on it kept...
flowers— our souls
the fervor of these in betweens
too perished.Â
but we are each others' epitome.
how in the world,
two withered souls...
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‘Tis freezing cold, warm bloods stained on the floor; with the memory of thou numbing into this fine veins; and skin where the cold shred...
The flowers withered;
she knew she will never be adored.
They lay eyes on you as a moth.
So long as you're a peculiar,
in the eyes of myself.
Pretty as parnassius to me;
that had a kind of...