Ylueria Writing

Glaring at the vacancy of my tightened space, I think of you and all the what ifs and might have been, If only I could race back time and cha..

I write of suicides, Not staggeringly precise, A coveted calmness, In the state of nonexistence, The most bothered mind, Of the selfish puppet yo..

Devious sweetness of the underlying pain, A Love of the unforgiving sin brought by yesterday, A cause of a ruined vow another promise to g..