Cold tears from heaven tap the window pane behind me, whilst a petrichor's pleasantly sweet, earthy scent fills my deprived lungs
pitter patter
Memories pour down the faces of those who long for happiness.
Pitter patter
Like the cloudy thunderstorms that surround this withered soul, my heart is a crying black cumulonimbus with lightning deep within its core
Pitter patter
It fills a sempiternal river of many emotions. A river in which I may drown my sorrow
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
Cold tears from heaven tap the window pane behind me, whilst a petrichor's pleasantly sweet, earthy scent fills my deprived lungs
pitter patter
Memories pour down the faces of those who long for happiness.
Pitter patter
Like the cloudy thunderstorms that surround this withered soul, my heart is a crying black cumulonimbus with lightning deep within its core
Pitter patter
It fills a sempiternal river of many emotions. A river in which I may drown my sorrow
