This is kind of confession. What I can't say, I write.
enjoy, the formatting is not much, but it is not exactly a quickie.
The soul is a beautiful thing when you let it be free.
First in a series of unrequited love letters between the planets, the stars, and their satellites.
The second in a series of unrequited love letters between celestial bodies.
Hey guys. I'm back after too long of a hiatus. Here's one about...well...feelings.
real love emotions written down...
J knows who he is,
and one other is a user here, and i didn't mask his name sooooooooooo
I saw him and a fire burned inside of me that made me full of rage.
My little honey, how delicately your voice plays on my heart strings.\
Late night and feeling emotional. Late Pride poem about something I have struggled with for years
This is an open letter to someone I’m too cowardly to talk to.
A love letter to myself for the new year. Wishing everyone love and happiness.
Confession. I've been jealous. Every time a friend meets a perfect guy and things look promising? And I'm microwaving Indian takeout, alone with my standards.
Things I want you to know. A love letter from a battered woman.
enjoy, the formatting is not much, but it is not exactly a quickie.
The soul is a beautiful thing when you let it be free.
First in a series of unrequited love letters between the planets, the stars, and their satellites.
The second in a series of unrequited love letters between celestial bodies.
Hey guys. I'm back after too long of a hiatus. Here's one about...well...feelings.
real love emotions written down...
J knows who he is,
and one other is a user here, and i didn't mask his name sooooooooooo
I saw him and a fire burned inside of me that made me full of rage.
My little honey, how delicately your voice plays on my heart strings.\
Late night and feeling emotional. Late Pride poem about something I have struggled with for years
This is an open letter to someone I’m too cowardly to talk to.
A love letter to myself for the new year. Wishing everyone love and happiness.
Confession. I've been jealous. Every time a friend meets a perfect guy and things look promising? And I'm microwaving Indian takeout, alone with my standards.
Things I want you to know. A love letter from a battered woman.