Where dragons roar “Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.”
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns 92 followers / 2.5k words
Craving the snow like a husky. Pale and cold and melts on my touch-- I remember those ****** winters. Through frostbites and numbness, I would dearly hold it.
Each snowflake I touched made me shiver. Each ball I made was perfect like a globe-- I saw the whole world in it. And I never threw them; I kept them. I never wanted to see you shattered nor dirtied. Spikes ran through me when I saw you that way-- You should be pale and cold and melt on my touch...
reading my old poetry is like sampling blood's flavour on the tongue the uncomfortable metallic taste of something in the wrong place at the wrong time
seriously guys it's bad...new stuff not much better either!
Spin around spin around Count to three Drag me along To care for your needs The older I get The more I see It was only the image And nothing quite as deep