ABYSMAL PASSION
what is her passion? she is a rose; her words the thorns that pierce. the sea weeps from her eyes — "life is far too infinitesimally abysmal and beautiful for a simple mortal as i"
what is her passion? in her heart resides the capacity of the disoriented sky, cataclysmic fingertips casting precipitating stars upon her skin. they embed themselves amongst gibbous azure veins and now stardust deluges rush beneath her touch.
what is her passion? lachrymal child, do not fret, comes the wind's susurration — " is it not the incapability of understanding the entirety of life's perplexity the catalyst for your wonder? "
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a/n:
i'm very tired and this is not edited enough, but i needed to write something. this feels
- no, IS - incomplete, yuck.
*sobs*
YOU ARE READING
Mesmeric Youth ✓
PoetryI kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
