Category: Atticus Poetry

She wore his love like a loaded gun. 

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside. 

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

Songs live longer than kingdoms. 

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

I just need you and some sunsets. 

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue. 

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.