About Me
At last, we have found us; let the poetry flow 'tween our entwined souls and our eyes reflect the passion of every word we write.Let us bleed freedom and cast off our mortal cage, for heaven awaits us, to grace its page.
Gracious Words.
“We stood, strangers amidst
strangers, amidst cigarette smoke.
With glance as slight as a pickpockets
hands, all that was, was no longer;
and she smiled a smile, a smile to
light a midnight sky, and I, I fell.
Within me, from the ashes of a
forgettable past the phoenix rose
On that night, with glance so slight
I found my reason to be.”
strangers, amidst cigarette smoke.
With glance as slight as a pickpockets
hands, all that was, was no longer;
and she smiled a smile, a smile to
light a midnight sky, and I, I fell.
Within me, from the ashes of a
forgettable past the phoenix rose
On that night, with glance so slight
I found my reason to be.”
(via graciouswords)
“We stood, strangers amidst
strangers, amidst cigarette smoke.
With glance as slight as a pickpockets
hands, all that was, was no longer;
and she smiled a smile, a smile to
light a midnight sky, and I, I fell.
Within me, from the ashes of a
forgettable past the phoenix rose
On that night, with glance so slight
I found my reason to be.”
strangers, amidst cigarette smoke.
With glance as slight as a pickpockets
hands, all that was, was no longer;
and she smiled a smile, a smile to
light a midnight sky, and I, I fell.
Within me, from the ashes of a
forgettable past the phoenix rose
On that night, with glance so slight
I found my reason to be.”
(Source: graciouswords)
