My legs are stuck in a trance.
Sorry for the clickbait-y title, but... this is important.
It will always be there, so why run?
Please critique (strictest sense of the word critique).
The halcyon ether…
(Hope this makes sense 😭, I tried)
Trying not to let the fight for a living make me hard or bitter. Helped by the man from next door.
There is a sweet smell that fills the air before you step into the room It is a smell that takes any child back to their childhood memories of going to a fair
Someday I will post a happy poem ;-), this one is about being in an awful situation and not seeing a good solution .
Sorry for the clickbait-y title, but... this is important.
It will always be there, so why run?
Please critique (strictest sense of the word critique).
The halcyon ether…
(Hope this makes sense 😭, I tried)
Trying not to let the fight for a living make me hard or bitter. Helped by the man from next door.
There is a sweet smell that fills the air before you step into the room It is a smell that takes any child back to their childhood memories of going to a fair
Someday I will post a happy poem ;-), this one is about being in an awful situation and not seeing a good solution .