Poems from jac_ilynn
When I tell my mom that I fear for the lives of the people who I hold dear to me , she asks why
when I tell her that the colour of their...
you build with your words , you make sky scrapers from your sentences and cathedrals with stanzas ,
it all comes together like the notes in...
whether it be the weather , or too much alcohol somewhere inside the stone monument , erosion clapped its hands and its job was...