Lost most of my demons in gardens and drowned all the rest in some battery acid. A decade of pain burned in a second like blue fire on absinthe. The

My favourite place to get lost was in her eyes. Those sparkling eyes always made me forget the world around me. Sometimes they were blue, a calming sea of crystal

Perfection is impossible for humans, but she is. She is bold, but calm. She is Snow White reincarnated. Flawless without a doubt, her smile can eat deep into your soul

I thought I saw you in a window. You were at your favourite café, drinking coffee with your hair in a bun. You had on your favourite sweater, and that

Her eyes run deeper than obsidian. A smooth jet black, like marble on the floor of a palace. They call to you; they beckon. They offer you the chance to