Pardon me, madam, but could you tell me which floor “Gothic Poetry” Twitter is on? It is so difficult to know where I am.
The dimness of the stars is how they show us their kindness, to soften their touch upon the broken-hearted yearners.
The Passenger retweeted
I'll let my words find their own way
...some truths are felt in silence
when there's so much to say...
Teach me how to shine, for I have forgotten.
Show me what warmth feels like, for light burns me.
Pour me a sweet taste, for all I have known is bitter.
Put your life into me, so I know mine is worth living.
















