I drove down a lane, in our heads and in a rusty car, while we developed love under grey skies. Her eyes sparkled though, delivering a contrasting energy, giving me something endearing to look at. The car
He wore a hood over his head as the rain poured. His jacket was soaking, and he could feel the chill which felt like it was embedding into his skin. He then went back into the warehouse where
She was a shell of a girl, looking for a light that often dimmed. Her face used to be blemish free, coloured by a little makeup, and her eyes sparkled in the dark rooms
