Fairytales - [OC] - QB

Fairytales

I live for the ‘Once upon a time’ moments of life, the romanitification of things otherwise mundane. 


The rose colored affect is 

a derivative of loneliness 

cut with lust and desperation

quantified by gasps of longing


This affect, this derivative

Is then matched by the feeling of love

And all its alliterations, diverging from its root. 


Pure, Tempestuous, forbidden, broken 


Full, and yet still very empty. 

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