sky renee Writing

The stars shine like pieces of shattered glass, I wish to see them, but you’ve become my ceiling. I’d give you my soul if you wou..

Crowded rooms and empty beer cans, low lights and loud music, the smell of vodka and tequila, anything we could get our hands on. A name..

Take me home. Take me back to the place where the air is fresh and salty, where you can hear the soft crashing of waves on the hot sand, th..