We are simply not meant to be
Sorry if this was bad I tried my best to not make it long or else that be a pain to my and your fingers.
Once again, you've broken my heart. But I can't seem to cry.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
The signpost on the right side of my heart reads:
The heartbeat monitor beeped…a constant sound repeating every one second.
The electronic ping was the only sound he needed to hear-
The steady pulse of her heart was the only feeling he needed-
She...
Astraea had always watched Valentino as he worked on the royal gardens outside her window. The connection was something new, something wild. But Astraea's father, the King, thinks Valentino - a servan...
Sorry if this was bad I tried my best to not make it long or else that be a pain to my and your fingers.
Once again, you've broken my heart. But I can't seem to cry.
a response poem to Langston Hughes' "Negro Speaks of Rivers"
The signpost on the right side of my heart reads:
The heartbeat monitor beeped…a constant sound repeating every one second.
The electronic ping was the only sound he needed to hear-
The steady pulse of her heart was the only feeling he needed-
She...
Astraea had always watched Valentino as he worked on the royal gardens outside her window. The connection was something new, something wild. But Astraea's father, the King, thinks Valentino - a servan...