Phantom Eyes

A poet with a lovable curiosity of an unexplored world as well, as the mind. Nothing compares to the joy of typing an emotion and forming it into something that can be adored.

NO matter how many times they walk through your life, they sure as hell drag there bleeding corps back, Whimpering to you knowing you can’t help but lick their wounds, without judgement.

  1. gdouroux said: Oh who could this be about I wonder?
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