Running scared. Finding comfort in someone new. Like 2 kids running trying to find the one. Trying to grab our hands under my hoodie so they can't see. But they knew. We couldn't hide the fireworks. Sitting in this coffee shop wrapped in cigarette smoke. Finally feeling free. Laughing doesn't care about society and poisennes … Continue reading 17.
He is vicious. Strong. Once risen hard to hold him down. Making the thoughts shoot like a bullets trough a gun. He is holy. Light keeper. Passionate. Easy to tear him apart. His tears are making the gunpowder. He is a hurricane. Unpredictable. Doesn't belong to no city doesn't belong to no male. Loud but … Continue reading the war.