Bittersweet
This is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.
This is a compilation of poems and other random things I write, usually at 8 a.m. in the subway or 11 p.m. while I eat cereal.
she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.
a monarch's words can hurt, but only because he has the power, doesn't mean he wants it.
I stopped telling myself that I'm lost. I'm not. I'm on a road with no destination, I'm just driving with hope that I'll find a place that I like and I'll stay there. I'm not lost, I'm on my way.