The Middle of Nowhere Everyone seems to have poetic and beautiful bios but we're not gonna do that here.
Basically I post bad poems and sometimes people like them. Or pretend to like them to spare my feelings.
Also feel free to message me :) 18 followers / 369 words
2 a.m is for... the angels with bleeding wrists the misunderstood poets the dreamers wishing for better luck the late night dancers slicing skin the haunted soldiers the beaten, broken outcasts
Late at night we thrive surviving on dreams that never die.