a timeless ache: your name dead on my tongue, forever. and i still crave: the way your promises glittered against my darkest night,
By Auburn Lily12 months ago in Poets
restless winter dreams – picturing life without you. nothing quite as blue.
By Auburn Lilyabout a year ago in Poets
let me dive into the ocean of your iris. find me, lost at sea.
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. No, Anais still remembers a time before the war. Before her people conquered them, bred them, trained them – wielded them as weapons.
By Auburn Lily2 years ago in Fiction