kinda random for me to be asking advice from strangers, but oh well
the fifth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
The night of the full moon hides many secrets. Dangerous ones, to be precise.
Failed selfies, Tinder, miracle men, and Dracula. Never forget Dracula. 👿
Should I call this a poem? Maybe... Perhaps not.
Quick little thing to train me to write again. Been years I haven't write (and english isn't my first langage)
kinda random for me to be asking advice from strangers, but oh well
the fifth in a series of poems about love, written by someone who's never truly felt it
The night of the full moon hides many secrets. Dangerous ones, to be precise.
Failed selfies, Tinder, miracle men, and Dracula. Never forget Dracula. 👿
Should I call this a poem? Maybe... Perhaps not.
Quick little thing to train me to write again. Been years I haven't write (and english isn't my first langage)