She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
How it feels to have fallen but did not stay fallen. How it feels to struggle but still moving on.
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.
of the book , in the verse , i hope till i breath , courage to be..
Every time I try to be positive, something else is thrown at me.
i was walking on a thread. carefully trudging to get on the other side.
At times we must let go, but never forever, never complete
I have learned that toxic relationships can bring a lot of anger lol
When the Sun rises and Moon goes to sleep I feel like looking into your eyes, and telling- I love you, please tell that you missed me, I long for you, please tell you're sorry, I don't wanna tell bye,...
It's only in this field that I remember you. Only in this field that I cherish you. Here, you are alive, and with me.
The time of supposed elation is gone All that is left are the stars and the Sun
Holding on that puissant glimmer of hope.
Officially the family loony, I didn't do much to earn the title except to be unapologetically dreary, droopy, troublesome me. Grumpy and often depressed, my mind holding on by a just a thread. My fi...
She had to go, and I had to stay where I always was...
How it feels to have fallen but did not stay fallen. How it feels to struggle but still moving on.
I'm creating a poem series, touching different subjects... You just might find your favorite.
of the book , in the verse , i hope till i breath , courage to be..
Every time I try to be positive, something else is thrown at me.
i was walking on a thread. carefully trudging to get on the other side.
At times we must let go, but never forever, never complete
I have learned that toxic relationships can bring a lot of anger lol
When the Sun rises and Moon goes to sleep I feel like looking into your eyes, and telling- I love you, please tell that you missed me, I long for you, please tell you're sorry, I don't wanna tell bye,...
It's only in this field that I remember you. Only in this field that I cherish you. Here, you are alive, and with me.
The time of supposed elation is gone All that is left are the stars and the Sun
Holding on that puissant glimmer of hope.
Officially the family loony, I didn't do much to earn the title except to be unapologetically dreary, droopy, troublesome me. Grumpy and often depressed, my mind holding on by a just a thread. My fi...