ELEVEN
bloom with me, darling
We bloom
and it is harmless.
We crawl out of skin we've grown to know
as the world tears it from us.
We sprout our thorns;
oh, and then there is danger in the air.
Favorite songs right now?
𐎀 I'm really into early 2000s rock right now. A few favorite songs right now are Qwerty by Mushroomhead, Beginning of the End by Spineshank, Sorry by Buckcherry, & Afterlife by Avenged Sevenfold. I listen to a little bit of everything, but rock is by far my favorite genre!
May
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PoetryMELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. Here, I will speak the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists. First poetry collection i...
