Press me against you
Like flowers in a book

"I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one.
I like writting. That's all."

Warmth doesn't lie there
It is the fire in his eyes that comforts
The core even in a world so broken

His piercing glare
Might turn away the lost traveler
But if you look long enough
He does kind of give a ****

She is not afraid of looking
She didn't see past the cold shell

Miscommunication is a bigger
Cause for broken friendships
Than malice