Hello!
A lot of my work will either be poetry, or Sherlock fan fiction.
The poem below explains me and my style of writing better than a description.
But, before you read, I have an account on fanfiction.net under the same pen name if you are interested in more fan-fiction.
Thank you!
perfects are mistakes that have not yet lived.
I was born a mistake.
I will die a mistake.
We dream to be perfects, lifeless immortals with no motivation except to retain beauty and a false sense of power.
But I dream in blue.
My dreams represent me, from the lightest tones to the darkest hues.
I dream in blue.
They will show me their prince charming, with his white teeth smile and Abercrombie and Fitch sweatshirt.
But I desire no perfect.
I crave the mistake, the pain-filled, passionate, mistake.
The deep eyes that retain more depth than imaginable.
I crave blue.
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Stories by Somevelvetmorning
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