Royal life

We belong in the likes of an open palace where the air is sweet, the weather is warm, and there’s palm trees everywhere You’ve got your golden robe and a crown full of pride, and I look up to you, like a helpless little bride We belong in the likes of a long forgotten castle,Continue reading “Royal life”

Snow

Memories of snow in the summertime. Days of crying undercovers and hungering for a drop of sunlight. Gray clouds looming over the Midwest and suffocating our souls; causing it to turn gray too. The skin turns into an ash like color, making you forget who you are. Depression is the perfect word to describe theContinue reading “Snow”