yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
A poem on the beauty of a forest, written from the sun's perspective. On prompt: anticipation. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A tribute to my morning coffee. Triplet poem.
Ok I'm dying,still dying of anticipation Dear god please help with the anticipation I don't like it
"Every day I lie in wait for the one I love to turn her eyes to me."
"Bucky's breathing became faster with every sleepy kiss you were leaving on his skin . Had you been awake, things had taken a very different direction from where they were heading to right now."
Filled with the frustration brought upon by aggressive demoralization, I lie silent in aticipation waiting for the eventual dissipation of all we ever knew and loved...
Calm before the storm, that's what it feels like right now. Not on a personal level, just in general. When you just can't help but ask yourself "What's next?"
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
A poem on the beauty of a forest, written from the sun's perspective. On prompt: anticipation. Hope you enjoy! :D <3
A tribute to my morning coffee. Triplet poem.
Ok I'm dying,still dying of anticipation Dear god please help with the anticipation I don't like it
"Every day I lie in wait for the one I love to turn her eyes to me."
"Bucky's breathing became faster with every sleepy kiss you were leaving on his skin . Had you been awake, things had taken a very different direction from where they were heading to right now."
Filled with the frustration brought upon by aggressive demoralization, I lie silent in aticipation waiting for the eventual dissipation of all we ever knew and loved...
Calm before the storm, that's what it feels like right now. Not on a personal level, just in general. When you just can't help but ask yourself "What's next?"
When three friends get dragged into a murder case, they must use their wits and their interlocking alias’s to stay alive.