A poem about dark hearts
Fingertips
If only fingers were used for healing...
Masks
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he'd still be here...
Summoned
The problem with being a fallen angel is sometimes you bite when you don't mean to. Sometimes we cast the wrong spell & summon the wrong demons inside us. (The truth is, I never want to hurt him. I just want to love him the way I was intended to love him).
Ten After Sunset
a narcissist never sleeps
Copperhead
A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.
PoeEternal 