A spoken word poem based on a childhood memory. Thank you for reading! <3
~ C O A T ~ I was born a girl, but don't mind me if I do "boy" things too. Don't mind me at all.
This is a story about Lament and Celebration; about Monsters & Treasures. It is part of the up coming piece from CommafulTIPs.
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create π
Is it my pen who hesitates to write down my journey? Or me?
Is this something mothers do? Picture their born-to-be son with their future GF? π³ππ€©
To my dad, whoβs overseas, faraway, but still here
She was cold. It wasn't a surprise though, it was mid-November and her coat had plenty of rips and tears in it. She wouldn't get rid of it though even if it was July, it gave her security. It was ratt...
She saw the same coat the man had been wearing on her sofa... It's for the contest, please like
A spoken word poem based on a childhood memory. Thank you for reading! <3
~ C O A T ~ I was born a girl, but don't mind me if I do "boy" things too. Don't mind me at all.
This is a story about Lament and Celebration; about Monsters & Treasures. It is part of the up coming piece from CommafulTIPs.
An attempt at a "Lamentation" Check out the new account @Commafultips to learn more about what we are doing to help you create π
Is it my pen who hesitates to write down my journey? Or me?
Is this something mothers do? Picture their born-to-be son with their future GF? π³ππ€©
To my dad, whoβs overseas, faraway, but still here
She was cold. It wasn't a surprise though, it was mid-November and her coat had plenty of rips and tears in it. She wouldn't get rid of it though even if it was July, it gave her security. It was ratt...
She saw the same coat the man had been wearing on her sofa... It's for the contest, please like