A poem about a broken angel who lost her wings, on prompt: nothing. Hope you enjoy. :)
years and years. I was nothing, but now...?
By: Ioana Moldovan
Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
The first stanza was written by Ian Bowen; I just added on to it with my own words... hope you enjoy! <3
I used to own a bottle of pieces of my self
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
~ N O T H I N G ~ Here y'all go, something less depressing than usual.
oh, my darling mona lisa, what a perfect image of heartbreak you are.
My first post here. A poem I made a while back, though I decided to remove the last part as it's redundant.
I've decided that youtube isn't fully for me as I mainly just do writing and photoshop but i...
A poem about a broken angel who lost her wings, on prompt: nothing. Hope you enjoy. :)
years and years. I was nothing, but now...?
By: Ioana Moldovan
Everything is the same as before I'm staring at the wooden door
The first stanza was written by Ian Bowen; I just added on to it with my own words... hope you enjoy! <3
I used to own a bottle of pieces of my self
And I will be the first in line to take a bite from your peach.
~ N O T H I N G ~ Here y'all go, something less depressing than usual.
oh, my darling mona lisa, what a perfect image of heartbreak you are.
My first post here. A poem I made a while back, though I decided to remove the last part as it's redundant.
I've decided that youtube isn't fully for me as I mainly just do writing and photoshop but i...