A small collection of poems

A Series of LGBTQIPA poems.

ⓒⓤⓡⓛⓢ She didn't know who she really was until she met her. The girl with blonde curls and a blinding smile who lit up the world with the twinkle in her eyes. First love hurts like a bitch, especially when you fall in love with someone you're not supposed to. A story of coming out, finding oneself, love, heartbreak, and healing. {Poetry #57 / Short Story #77} {Poetry #43 / Short Story #71} {Poetry #33 / Short Story #60} 3/9/14

This is all the poems I write free-hand or in my journal with an intention. I hope you'll like it, well to who ever is reading them. xx

This is a growing collection of poetry I've been writing about and to a girl I'm in love with. Expect heaping mounds of self pity, depression, and general patheticness. Mostly written between 12 and 6 am, but I'm pretty anal about grammar so have no fear, it should be legible. Give feedback and win my undying love.

Poetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112