It was an unholy romance.
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
An expression of my feelings towards Valentine's Day. And reminiscence of past heart breaks. (Yes I know this is a little early but still)
Song of the Day: I’m Not an Angel by Halestorm
even if they try to bite your head off
Inspired by the daily prompt and seeing 'Untitled' before writing this poem
That side of your emotions that you always hide from everybody!
I really only speak when I've had enough So I'm sorry that words that hurt slip from my lips when I've tried so hard to pin needles in them
How often do we see the truth of one another? Is beauty really only skin deep? This is an odd little story about just that.
An expression of my feelings towards Valentine's Day. And reminiscence of past heart breaks. (Yes I know this is a little early but still)
Song of the Day: I’m Not an Angel by Halestorm
even if they try to bite your head off
Inspired by the daily prompt and seeing 'Untitled' before writing this poem
That side of your emotions that you always hide from everybody!
I really only speak when I've had enough So I'm sorry that words that hurt slip from my lips when I've tried so hard to pin needles in them