The disappearance of excitement.

Because I wonder about you.

But it’s my fault. A two line version of a longer poem.

sometimes our mother’s need some recognition. so here is some for mine.

there’s nothing worse than when the person you think is extraordinary thinks they’re less than ordinary.

this was written to try and motivate me to get out of bed. every day brings possible excitement.

a poem about lust. interpret it as you may ...

we all have that one friend who doesn’t realise just how beautiful they are ...

these whispers were meant for you

in case you need some uplifting

have you ever wondered just how many secrets the oceans hold?