When our hands brush
everything seems alright
- help, I'm feeling
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Véletlen"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
damn this aching heart
When our hands brush
everything seems alright
- help, I'm feeling
