No rest for the Vivid The ones drowning in dreams The ones weaving skies out of sorrowful screams The ones wringing new colors out of old rusty blood The ones stepping up above
I remember you. I remember how eagerly you listened to my heart and my secrets. I remember how you wiped my tears And made sure no sorrow was left. I remember you. I
I would give you all the stars in my eyes. I would weave you silks from my hair, And build you palaces of my bones In the midst of forests grown from my
You think that you can knock me down Cut my flesh and break my bones. Bury me into the ground Left to rot under your feet.
He’s so in love with all the things I hate most about myself I always wished I could be more like the girls on my shelf.
Poem by Olivia Thomas
If only I could turn back time To live forever in the hours when I felt my heart was most alive Lovely eleven to two a.m.