Poems from Vilyda
Bleeding onto pages
its heart has been pirced
An aversion to the spill
They say the felt feels
too loud to see
The crimson color...
Tell me all your stories
of all the things you've seen
Tell me about your struggles
Tell me what they mean
Tell me about your past
And...
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall,
Or where the black hole ends;
I can never be for sure if magic exists
Or if our...
I will never know for sure where the falling stars fall,
Or where the black hole ends;
I can never be for sure if magic exists
Or if our...