A clear sky does not always mean change, a storm can hide beneath a pink tinged evening You know me from another life People tend to...

Angels perched, crying tears of milk their songs like lullabies, soft as velvet, while the prophets are laying asleep. An angel peeps...

Dakota, 21. likes: pink, soft-grey-pink, mushy-pink, like-your-brain-pink. fingers down my throat (both yours and mine). poems written on...