graveyard poetry
likes him to be above her all the time
stripping away the decorative
place a pin on the nightstand
hungry ghosts with night thoughts
musings upon mortality while pushing cobwebs from the feeling
i was
a moonlit,
star-kissed
child of the night
and have been catapulted into the deep ocean
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:49 PM UTC
graveyard poetry
likes him to be above her all the time
stripping away the decorative
place a pin on the nightstand
hungry ghosts with night thoughts
musings upon mortality while pushing cobwebs from the feeling
i was
a moonlit,
star-kissed
child of the night
and have been catapulted into the deep ocean
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