Good girls don't just always come last, they don't come at all... Am I even visible?
Short but sweet love poem 😚
It's better to love him from afar.
I offer peace and sanctuary to all including those he loves
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he'd still be here...
I am trying to simmer my internal fire from burning everything that matters.
She if often misunderstood for being a storm when she is simply a rainbow after one.
A micropoem about loneliness and longing.
I could face heaven or hell as long as it was with him.
He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
We were made for each other. Yin and yang.
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
Where did all the sunshine go? A poem or metaphor about sunshine and depression.
It's possible love makes one completely delusional but what is life without hope!?!
He's stuck with my love. Forever and ever.
This one is short but holds something special.
I need him like a drug, like the very air I breathe.
I am a wasteland
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).
I have small feet and her shoes are kinda big...
His love will scorch you. Your heart might get burned.
I am a hopeless romantic y'all...
Lower your arms, I withdraw
The cost of mistakes, the price of reason
Island of a thousand fucking tears - depression fucking avenue - loneliness - isolation - heartbreak - unrequited love
They always want the young silver instead of the rare gold.
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
My flame is still burning
His kiss makes the Sun rise
DEEP ROOTED LOVE