Category: Atticus Poetry
Chase your stars fool, life is short.
Don’t worry you see, to some you are magic.
It’s a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart
She had just enough madness to make her interesting
You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.
Art takes timeMonet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.
Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.
She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. ATTICUS
She was not for everyone but she was for me.
