your heart is a candle
and your breath is perfume
you could sit on that mantle
until the flowers bloom
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• until the flowers bloom •
your heart is a candle
and your breath is perfume
you could sit on that mantle
until the flowers bloom
