Cheer me up with your smile,
break me down with your words,
I am just glass within your eyes
the vase which your dying rose sings
I am the water leaking through the cracks
of every thorn, lacking the nutrients of love.
Bradley Howington has been writing since 2007 when he found his love for the craft. He's also a freelance photographer who loves being behind the camera. His favorite shoots involve black and white photography and flowers which he loves very much.