This is probably the shortest poem I've written so far, but I really liked the concept and wanted to do it. I hope you enjoy this and share it! Here is a list of things she smelled of: Sunlight. Beginnings. Expensive perfume. Hot chocolate. Feelings. and a list of things she looked like: A crisp … Continue reading A list of things about her.
There are some things that bother me every night after 2 AM, after I listen to music with lyrics that do nothing except reminding me that you'll never be mine. It bothers me that I'll never love someone this way ever again. Love changes everyday, and it bothers me that you'll never be my constant. … Continue reading 11:11s.
Hope and caution. "If only you knew how terrified I am." - Unknown I'm the pieces of a puzzle no one wants to solve. Not even me. Why would I when it will only make an abstract image that makes no sense? Why would I when I've been told time and time again by my … Continue reading Hope and caution.
The fallen stars. "Have you seen a fallen star anywhere?" - Neil Gaiman Star gazing, and Neck kissing Stormy nights, and Wild mornings You. You were my sun and star, my road-side fun and half-burnt cigars. My warmth that left me burnt And my beautiful scars. We were everything you, and I weren't. How did … Continue reading The fallen stars.