poetry is my way of escape. a beautiful thing in which I escape time

With Strangers    Words fall through me, always fool me. If you want to read more unpublished shit of mine heres my blog http://pensievesandpoetry.wordpress.com/

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …