• asuntha_candice 30w

    If only, the words coming out of your mouth could speak for themselves you’d know that the bridges which once connected our chords have been burnt down.

    Burnt of betrayal, denial, false hopes and the face of a demon you once called friend.

    Truth be told, we fix the wings of those who tread upon us. We wish for those who deck our heart with scars and trust those who who fake their own life story by playing the victim.



    ©asuntha_candice