jennawildflower.17.
the age of the teen isn't what it seems.
it is all relative when you put it into terms you can count on. rely on me, love me, take me, but prepare to run away and feel the dark shoulder of incantation and ruin. question the life of young love, and the lack of relation. ahead you'll see my skeletal self, and the sweet structure of lovely fire. soon you'll find me hiding amongst the wild day light, but until then i'll be within the dark night.