because some of us can't afford a broken heart
Creative person problem: I talk fast and a lot to try to catch up to my many many thoughts. My parents said they should have named me Gabby... Oops
Hurry Hurry you have no time
Hide away before the others find
And steal away the happiness you worked for
So she ducks and ducks until she can soar
-Don’t know if I cheated but like they didn’t spe...
Poem. interoperate it as you wish. don’t be afraid to get creative with it
Mary had a little lamb
Her hair was white like snow
A story everyone knows
But this one will end in woes
One poem with one story, all month long. Hope you like it! 🌚
Falling in love is like spring time that wakes parts of you from the deep sleep that you have put to rest.
A poem reflecting on my own experiences with depression, heightened by social media.
Source: https://poets.media/pixelated-window-scattering-the-black-walls-1?_ga=2.192214946.961968558.1522245506-10...
We were made to be artistic We are meant to be creative
explore
I have forgotten
the weight of your chest and
the warmth of wandering lips,
but I know how you offered it:
without shame or reservation;
the way the sea knows it's force,
how it could swallow...
I use to be into poetry & things,
Creative thoughts, visions & working on my dream.
But that all got twisted when I started fighting for a boy,
Who still letting other girls play with his toy.
Creative person problem: I talk fast and a lot to try to catch up to my many many thoughts. My parents said they should have named me Gabby... Oops
Hurry Hurry you have no time
Hide away before the others find
And steal away the happiness you worked for
So she ducks and ducks until she can soar
-Don’t know if I cheated but like they didn’t spe...
Poem. interoperate it as you wish. don’t be afraid to get creative with it
Mary had a little lamb
Her hair was white like snow
A story everyone knows
But this one will end in woes
One poem with one story, all month long. Hope you like it! 🌚
Falling in love is like spring time that wakes parts of you from the deep sleep that you have put to rest.
A poem reflecting on my own experiences with depression, heightened by social media.
Source: https://poets.media/pixelated-window-scattering-the-black-walls-1?_ga=2.192214946.961968558.1522245506-10...
We were made to be artistic We are meant to be creative
explore
I have forgotten
the weight of your chest and
the warmth of wandering lips,
but I know how you offered it:
without shame or reservation;
the way the sea knows it's force,
how it could swallow...
I use to be into poetry & things,
Creative thoughts, visions & working on my dream.
But that all got twisted when I started fighting for a boy,
Who still letting other girls play with his toy.