A poem to all the stereotypical lives.
An (old) poem I wrote for my mother, from when love was not enough.
The only water source was a spring somewhere in the woods. She looked into the acres of woods behind the shed. The thick brambles made a barrier between her and the woods. First, a path would need to ...
Do you know what day it is today...13th June...
Hi there! I tried to make an expression of being stuck in your home town, and the disappointment of that. I hope you like it!
A girl's lifestyle is never demeaning to cost a lot of tension, when it grips pleasure with the aftertaste of a mere consequence.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
The journey of falling out of love with somebody as life changes you.
An (old) poem I wrote for my mother, from when love was not enough.
The only water source was a spring somewhere in the woods. She looked into the acres of woods behind the shed. The thick brambles made a barrier between her and the woods. First, a path would need to ...
Do you know what day it is today...13th June...
Hi there! I tried to make an expression of being stuck in your home town, and the disappointment of that. I hope you like it!
A girl's lifestyle is never demeaning to cost a lot of tension, when it grips pleasure with the aftertaste of a mere consequence.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
The journey of falling out of love with somebody as life changes you.