she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodon her tonguereminds her of yesterday's.Lonely bones.A heart's hoarded secrets,love me pretties, &scarlet letter dreams.Butdo these boys knowof the bitter winterchurning,like a blizzardin her veins?The sharp edgesof half-emptykisses,or the crisscrossfoldingof origami limbs?Her eyes,as deep &unfeelingas the ocean;
It's this time of the year again...Ah, December!The joy, the lights, the decorations... :icononionpanicplz: BUT WHERE IS THE SNOW?!! IT'S FREAKIN 20 DEGREES OUTSIDE!!!:iconaloneplz: Please let it snow.................................................
Sta.sh
