pinkblotts

tear down their thrones; take back your crown, with blood upon your teeth. oh darling, change your shape; for within you there is a wolf. you were born to howl, and to serenade the moon.

there are girls made of storms, and girls born of fire; but the ones I love best are roses. they're beautiful, with thorns, and roots that reach deeper than the winter frost.

This is the difference between you and I, I stepped into the fire, and it did not burn me. But you were nowhere close, your fear kept you away; and yet the smoke still drowned you from within.

Promise me that you’ll love her, Until the stars burn from our skies; Perhaps, perhaps then I can believe Your feelings justified.

For her eyes were made of diamonds, as blue as Circassian skies, And her heart beat with the song of eternity, She was my universe, and I loved her more than I could bear.

Do not fall in love with me, Because god only knows, I don't have the energy to deal with your drama.

you were my supernova, and i your sunset queen.