"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not here for a happy ending. We're here to see the beauty in tragedy."...
you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, my father would say i find it kinda funny that even though i am honey, you refused to stay.
Poems & the inner thoughts of my mind <3 All rights reserved. No parts of this disclaimer may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy or recording, or any Information storage and retrieval system without permission in writing from publisher. #13 in Poetry...
''You drew stars around my scars, now I'm bleeding..'' A book written as way of introspecting ,to correct all the wrongs and to forgive myself. Welcome to my world, a world of pain, suffering , loss and heartbreak, a world of a psychopath.
The eyes it's always in the eyes they said At some point it shone so bright it could have lit a candle It held some tenderness some honesty and some...love it was in those very eyes I discovered your intentions which left me void than ever... -a world of diverse poetry
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
We all meet that one person, an unfathomable soul, to whom our hearts belong to within our consent. And to me it will always be him-only him- my hearts most unyielding desire, the ineffable being and melody my heart beats to. My muse. ___________________________________________ ~ #2 in #Iceflake2021 (Poetry section)
saudade; a nostalgic longing for something or someone that was loved and then lost, with the knowledge that it or they might never return; "the love that remains." (contains triggers) more quotes on my tik tok @ user548414754 • highest rankings #1 in poems #1 in sad poems #1 in sad poetry #1 in sad quotes #1 in quote...
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17
This is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
