you're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016

Call it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone out there who thinks you are utterly amazing. Disclaimer: This picture does not belong to me and is the product of whosendu.com

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

ad·o·les·cence /ˌadlˈesəns/ Noun The period following the onset of puberty during which a young person develops from a child into an adult. Poetry #131 Non-Fiction #51

Is it a poem. Or is it poetry. You read it and you decide. But there's no difference. Only perspective.

Twelve letters to the boy she almost loved. *** "Dear Boy, Because today I realize; I can't let go without ever saying it. From, a girl." *** Well, twelve and a half letters.