the lost words of b.h.
I keep glancing gone your eyes aesthetically enhancing. I'll still be there dancing and chancing wrapped up somewhere.
By b. h.6 years ago in Poets
Letting go, We travel in this darkness. This soaking sun has gripped me now In deep, salt-watered pores. You cling to me,
a gift full of energy it is quite funny the things we do there is no buffer in the day to day suffer but remember the present is you.