why was it over so fast?

darling dearest

I hope I never see her cry again.

xvi, april. (i). cotton mouth with a heavy heart. © playlist poetry h.r. : #47

for the first days of springtime and the heartache left behind.

cry with mama moon

[ POETRY/PROSE ] ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵘʳᵃ.

poems that spill out my heart and give you my soul. these are personal poems but if they move you, please share in the comments.

words that touch the hearts of the heartless.