they keep watching the
strangest of all loves to work out.
They exist for each other,
rarely next to each other.
they would lose their light
without any of them gone.
they keep watching the
strangest of all loves to work out.
They exist for each other,
rarely next to each other.
they would lose their light
without any of them gone.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...