i'm half-deaf
the angel on my shoulder
screams
but i can't hear her
so i turn to the devilish one
on my right
and listen while she twists
my brain
into patterns i'd never seen before
ESTÁS LEYENDO
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poesíaa 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...
