Month: August 2016

Soul poetry.

Today, I mixed

A bit of

Your memories

With the watercolours

And painted

Poetry

On the walls-

No one knows

Why the walls

Glow

At night.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This makes no sense, but okay.

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Anacampserote.

Anacampserote- something that can bring back a lost love

In the place

Where our dreams

And realities collide,

In the spaces

Between each minute,

In the magic

That resides

Within your words-

That’s where

You’ll find me.

That’s where

I’ll be waiting.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

I know this is shit, and I apologize. 

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