Kiss him for me, won't you?
A quick, simple poem about gambling love and lives, and what it achieves in the end. Based on prompt: achieve. Hope you enjoy! :D <3 (Also, a message/request at the end!)
Coming clean feels filthy.
Some nights are longer than others.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering.
In the masqueraded society.
Purposely adrift in the echo of past mayhems.
Where love resides and affection takes shelter.
Lack of boundaries is the dream tale.
sorry for lack of posting, i been hella busy y’all :)
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
What do they have to offer?
I have absolutely no idea what this is or, at least, what it was supposed to be.
So, here's the sixth haiku from the series. What occurs while all souls are asleep (well, almost all).