all my life, i have been a shallow being:
filled with selfishness, all that is superfluous,
with a belief, not in love, but the promiscuous,
for love is not something my eyes enjoy seeing.
while he walks in stardust - in pale moonlight -
and does not think to look over his shoulder.
he is the candle when the world lies colder
and seeps into the gaps of a sleepless night.
would he be my reason, if i wished to change?
the corner around which i might just turn;
the pyre upon which i would choose to burn -
oh, this absence of logic is so very strange.
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l'osservatore della bellezza | wolfstar
Fanfiction"Fortune favours the bold. And if anything, darling, I am bold." ~ the italian renaissance, 1502. somewhere in florence. remus lupin is a sculptor, an artist, a poet. his world is embroidered with the fanciful and the beautiful, and he devotes himse...
