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graffiti by the tracks. I think it’s because Of the art school down the street. It looks amazing. . ~Writing 101 | Poetry | day 8
This is a repost from a year ago this week. I had far fewer followers back then — I think this will be new to almost everyone… A tiny piece from a larger story I’ve been writing… forever… {At dinner with friends…} … Continue reading
never say goodbye. If you can’t find the words to say ‘See you later’ would be okay ‘Until we meet again’ will do If I must be away from you You can say, ‘sweetheart, do take care’ I think those … Continue reading
hidden inside. Smiling, no matter how I feel A script of joy, my guide No one can know the real story I keep it all inside It makes me tired, sometimes weak Emotions cast aside It’s not okay to be … Continue reading
This gallery contains 6 photos.
graffiti by the tracks. I think it’s because Of the art school down the street. It looks amazing. . ~Writing 101 | Poetry | day 8
my beloved. The winter night I met him My heart changed inside me. So overcome and amazed, Impossible to sleep. In my arms, against my chest Innocent, perfect, dear. Things will never be the same Because now he is here. And … Continue reading
flawed logic. I miss you and I adore you, my love. Every day and night, you’re all I dream of… Your arms around me and your perfect kiss – I have to believe we will get through this. You showed me … Continue reading
the gift of freedom. The reason she hated me never made sense. In her head, I committed some great offense. Her cruel, harsh words were a mystery at first. I only lived my life, chased my dreams, not hers. I … Continue reading
seconds later. I woke up feeling hope today, Rested, strong, maybe even okay. But seconds later… My insides twisted into knots, Worry and fear invading my thoughts. I knew just how to clear my head – Straighten up this room … Continue reading
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