A quick poem written on the bus
We allow ourselves to be everything and anything but ourselves.
I lost myself on my way home, what was supposed to be the right way became the wrong path.
Dear Girl On The Bus, Hi. you don’t know me, but I know who you are. You’re the girl who sits across from me on the bus, the One with great fashion sense. You looked really pretty in the red coat the ...
I travel a lot, and I write a lot when I travel
Source: robin-the-writer.tumblr.com
'For Something I’d Done' was adapted from an online diary made on the 15th of September 2014 relating to a recently suffered nightmare, which was subsequently embellished and versified. Image from Sep...
We allow ourselves to be everything and anything but ourselves.
I lost myself on my way home, what was supposed to be the right way became the wrong path.
Dear Girl On The Bus, Hi. you don’t know me, but I know who you are. You’re the girl who sits across from me on the bus, the One with great fashion sense. You looked really pretty in the red coat the ...
I travel a lot, and I write a lot when I travel
Source: robin-the-writer.tumblr.com
'For Something I’d Done' was adapted from an online diary made on the 15th of September 2014 relating to a recently suffered nightmare, which was subsequently embellished and versified. Image from Sep...