Diana, The Huntress By Jules Joseph Lefebvre (19th Century)

Night is a spectator for me and you, a life that's never a flower,but it's a waterfall reaching its never ending saga.

-t.f.s.

Oddest places spent,

darkness in a hand,

shades of grey stand

in the palm of my head.

Falling down,

coming around,

there's fallen ash

under my pillow heart.

-t.f.s.

Me facing my problems

“i found your soul between the lines of my poetry, except it wasn’t you it was a mistaken creation”

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Part of me dreams to live on the moon, to see a sunset from another world entirely. I’d imagine the most quiet silence possible, if the makes sense. I’d imagine it would be so calming, but maybe lonely.

Part of me dreams to live on the moon, but I would miss the moonlight.

"Silent night."

Witch.

Blood's boiling

mercy's on my hands.

Casting a spell,

another universe dwells.

-t.f.s.

*

In a liftetime

I'll be the night

surrounding you

drowning you

in magical sleep.

Tomorrow is

a new day line,

and i'll be close

as if it's the last

breath I'd take,

but when I am

a reason for you,

keep breathing-

time's with us.

-t.f.s.

Моята дефиниция за самота е малко по-различна. Не сама, а сред хора усещам липса…

REVEAL.

your luxury was worth that light my pleasure,

my imagination of you is all that matters,

the secret language for your body

took my will to hold on my sins,

forgetting all the darkness,you're

making me sick to reveal.

-t.f.s.