My memories are like coins in a wishing well, sunk too deep to retrieve, too precious to leave behind.
ANTS EVER AFTER~
Souls like
hers are a
dying breed,
but she
still smiles
like she doesn't
know they're on
the brink
of extinction.
My life has made me more and more like Maleficent...
I am
Ardently
Awaiting spring
I have grown tired
of cold decaying things.
a lot of these wounds
are from running
a lot of these scars
are from staying
Even in her most
fragile moments
she is simply
unbreakable.
قصے وہی انداز بیاں کچھ اور
How do I get someone to unknow me. I no longer want to be known by these people.