something about words
After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
He saw her for the first time in a long while. It had been months or maybe years.
They all glued together after 22.
She still glowed like she was 23.
Before she had done, “all these things”, and only...
We all get lost sometimes. We can find ourselves too.
A poem that gives me strength and makes me realize how different I am from yesterday.
It makes me realize how much difference would a different on look can make.
This town is so outdated, sad vibes, worn souls and brittle bones,
After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing.
This poem is a self-portrait. How I grow from a child to an emerging butterfly.
He saw her for the first time in a long while. It had been months or maybe years.
They all glued together after 22.
She still glowed like she was 23.
Before she had done, “all these things”, and only...
We all get lost sometimes. We can find ourselves too.
A poem that gives me strength and makes me realize how different I am from yesterday.
It makes me realize how much difference would a different on look can make.
This town is so outdated, sad vibes, worn souls and brittle bones,