• afia_nativegirl 26w


    Last night when my broken heart was healing,
    I met one of the last one's spirit
    He handed me a bucket full of dried promises and faded hopes
    He smiled brightly like he has won an unexisting raffle
    I looked him in the face and saw exactly the last one but he was in new clothes but same skin
    I just prayed a hurricane would barge in and swallow my roasted heart...