Kiss him for me, won't you?
A quick, simple poem about gambling love and lives, and what it achieves in the end. Based on prompt: achieve. Hope you enjoy! :D <3 (Also, a message/request at the end!)
I'm horrified. I'm scared. This is not a drill.
in our anarchic delusion, we confused affection and affliction.
An (old) poem I wrote for my mother, from when love was not enough.
A quick, simple poem about gambling love and lives, and what it achieves in the end. Based on prompt: achieve. Hope you enjoy! :D <3 (Also, a message/request at the end!)
I'm horrified. I'm scared. This is not a drill.
in our anarchic delusion, we confused affection and affliction.
An (old) poem I wrote for my mother, from when love was not enough.