starchild • rose thorns scent • soft smile • delicacy • innocence • sad eyes • tired and sore body • so many hopes • pastel pink color • smell of the rain • nostalgia • sad addiction • cuddles and night's stories • guiltiness feeling • sunflower • genius in his own way • breakable appearance • cherry blossoms in his hair • mischievous smile • grabby hands • baby face • free spirit • routine and habits • sunset •  carpe diem • words dead on his lips • unachieved things • the one who cares too much • doesn't know how to give up • melancholic behavior • an apocalypse in miniature • strong aura • cant settle in • elsewhere • troublemaker • not the hero of his own story • love like outlaw on the run • soft bravado • fighter • worth more than this • declared war on his gentle everything • red-rimmed eyes from the lack of sleep • mixes nightmares and reality • bitten lips • a l i v e


edged bones and two night black eyes from loving too much, sparks of stardust inside of it every time he wants to cry. chapped lips from clenching his teeth too hard, for bitting his words too much. light honey skin and shoulder blades sticking out of his skin like he would want to run away, to fly away. small body a bit too thin to hide well the tiredness of his soul. the taste of wild flowers behind his teeth, sticky fingers in the late night. wanted to be acknowledged just a little. a free spirit whom refuse to shut off. sad addiction making him be outside the reality too much. the touch of freedom that is never far from his soul. absorbs the light to shine in the dark. want to write sad endings into happy ends. carries the body of a decent human. his heart a frantic clutter of muscles and sinews, his heart like a songbird trying to break free. his mind is too heavy for his own life. his smile as bright as a star. grabby hands and fallen shoulders as a walking apology. wanted to be beautiful, then happy, then loved. bruised knees from falling again and again. loving too much, too fast, too hard. sore hands that hold too much. a beautiful mind hidden inside of a ravishing face. fingers raw, picked from thorns and his own sharp tongue. wears pearls in his hair and flowers between his teeth. loved the sun so much that he became stellar. elbows crude from embracing the night, the life, for never giving up. heart beating for the comfort of someone’s hand wrapped around his own. his throat showed for kisses, moving slowly when his voice break the silent like a nostalgic prayer. wonders what price he has to pay to become more again.