The skys storytellerSpeaking with the chirping birds as its voice,And the rain being the tears when the tales get sad,The stars being the characters,And the syzygy forming,Settling as the audience,The hushed whispers of awe,From the agerasia celestial bodies,Creating an effect of a mother's sweet humming, And us?We are the ones who fall asleep listening to this.E v e r y s i n g l e d a y.Cover by: @peachspitInstagram: _mephoria…
"So then I dyed my voice a beautiful shade of grey. Not too bright and not too loud."۞۞ Epiphany + Me Epiphame: A sudden realisation dawning upon Me.۞۞ In this poetry book I will be writing about things that I feel should be brought forward more or just topics I feel like writing about.Everything written here is by me and me only and has be researched into thoroughly.I hope you like my work.۞۞ Head over to my Instagram @_mephoria۞۞ Cover by: @peachspit…