She Loves Broken Things —Sidharth

As the moon malevolently beams My nightmares blossom like roses during springs. But tonight, I hope to meet her in my dreams For, I’ve heard, she loves broken things. I’ve heard, in her eyes burn countless constellations While that winged seraph plays her harp’s strings. Hopefully, she’ll quell my horror laden hallucinations For, I’ve heard,Continue reading “She Loves Broken Things —Sidharth”