“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”
Secrets
They arnt separated by a closed door Or even a wall meant to conceal the truth, They are much easier to find then that Only a white veil conceals the black creature
Rain
Rain drops into a pond The steady trickle fills you’re heart
Storm
A taste of blood on thin broken lips The rusted taste of the liquid Is as salty as the rain
Nectar
How could something the whole world yearns for Not be for me?
