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we keep our hearts in little bottles: i hear your words, they rise like vapors scrawl it down on broken...
i hear your words, they rise like vapors
scrawl it down on broken papers
waiting for you, waiting room
the love you give, a sinking tomb
i kiss you when the moon is red
i want you always in my head
the words i write, they’re all obscure
nothing more valuable, precious, pure
i feel…I love her work!
Posted on February 26, 2012 via we keep our hearts in little bottles with 7 notes
Source: disarmthepaperdolls
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My name is Celina B. Mills and I am a writer. I write horror novels and poetry, and occasionally song lyrics. I play the acoustic guitar and the keyboard, and I'm also a lesbian.
I happen to be one of the biggest music lovers ever! And recently created a music-review blog, totally random shuffle with my mom.
My five great loves are writing, reading, music, my family, and animals. I'm also a big fan of horror movies!
I created this blog to post my poetry. Everything I post, unless otherwise stated, is written by me.
