Poems from aryelee
18 year old college freshman studying Classics and Linguistics while writing poetry and stories and crying over video games/books/movies/anything really.
I.
maybe it was selfish to call this love. but is it greed when all we have is each other?
II.
i watched the world end when i was young...
The future is a thing with wolf-teeth
waiting to swallow me whole.
I cling desperately onto each present moment,
creating life rafts out of...