❒ I’m not a prince charming.
Not a knight in shining armour.
I’m not a saint
And I’m not the most striking one of them.
But, what I am is a ghoul.
A ghoul with a rough face, and a heart.
A big, loving hear, ready for the one that is
Willing to keep it safe, sound, and nurtured.
I’m a ghoul with a heart seeking love in the wrong people.
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Stranger Tales
PoesíaI've spent my old days making up pretty stories. I was a sailor navigating the oceans of sorrow of a heartbreak; stranger tales tells the reader about sorrows turned into poetry and how those experiences change my perspective of seeing love. In my c...
