Gaze at the aching stars with more than your eyes.
Stare with your soul, in fact, be a part of their cries.
Let your bleeding being be a star of its own.
Become a beauty upon whom inspiration can make his throne.
Beautiful Madness
By loneobserver_VF
The Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my... More