Apr 2015
it ended in a flurry
of falling feathers
and rising ashes.
and when the saints
had prayers dangling
like hangmen on their lips,
*it was from your mouth
that heaven drew
its sweetest sin.
of falling feathers
and rising ashes.
and when the saints
had prayers dangling
like hangmen on their lips,
*it was from your mouth
that heaven drew
its sweetest sin.
funny how inspiration can come from the smallest of things. tried something new based on an emoji of a kiss.
