Dec 2015
If i still had passion id spend more than a healthy amount of time trying to figure the possibility of us out
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt
If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.
-Noir
but that dream was doused by the water of doubt
If a fire was still in my soul i would throw myself into loving you every second of every day
but sadly the flame has flickered out, my hearts been suffering a long winded. seemingly endless drought.
-Noir
This little tidbit of poetry is the debut of a character i'd come up with. His name is noir because he only seems to see the world in different shades of grey, as opposed to the colorful symphony it truly is. He's also depressing as *****
