Poems from BreiaGermany
You are not the kind of girl who goes out to parties so late at night, sure tonight was a different night and you wanted to live a little...
I had seen him before, more than once to be exact, hell I passed by him everyday. I knew the lines of his jaw, the way his chin poked out...
don’t wanna be your darling some fragile little puppet following your every commandin a land so foreign to the sound of a voice
don’t...
Rain drops pouring across the roof, your heartbeating loudly in my ears.
The night was breaking the flesh of my skin like paperYou had...
Your dream needed an audience.
Where it lacked one, one was found.
Ordinary crowds became worshippers--
Sucked into an infatuation
That...