I am poetry, dying to be heard.
Set me free.
I keep going back for more.
// submission for deep confession contest //
I'm losing my mind, trying to keep you alive.
You didn't win this battle.
A possible series I may start? Let me know what you think.
A picture is worth a 1,000 lies
She's like a flower
Poetry month- #10
You only wanted to know how I was feeling.
A poem on secrets, eyes, and lies.
Club Clover holds no luck for lost souls within it's confines.
Maybe some questions are better left unanswered.
It wasn’t really love- It was simply hope...