(via simpleandlovely)
sometimes i believe that
the water before me
drowns my screams more than
when i cry into your shoulder
.
and it just listens.
fresh lies like dynamite;
-s. suspend. swirl. splash. splatter.
dress flares and sun turns chatoyant. you -
parallel to feeble fibres of heaven and hell
dulcet, the wind drips by despondently
