Teen Ink

     As far as the gypsy’s eye can see As low as the clouds that touch the trees The blades of grass, the dying leaves Love consumes endlessly Fluttering of the...

The beating of my broken heart, now chained and locked away, I hear much louder, through the night, than words we never say. As hollow kisses turn to dust and fall against my skin, I pray that I...

     Mirror, mirror witnessing the fall,What is the greatest rue of all?With malice burning, so is Rome,And you dance and stab at tomb and tome.Regardless of their noble...