she had hoped to know who she was when blowing out her seventeen candles Ⓒ 2017, shoobari. All Rights Reserved sigh, ok : #26 [ 06 | 29 | 17 ]

take a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even heard of. stand back and delve into my hideous self: take my broken, frail hand and i'll guide you along my compelling journey through the ever-lasting betrayal and heartbreak. never let go... not until we hit the end of this road. [highest rank: #17 in poetry]

from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

Read. I dare you. A personal stream of poems dedicated to the darkness birthed by my soul. ❤︎ © 2018 ILLEGALROSE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

a collection of works I write at 2 am MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING: #1 in POETRY love y'all thanks for the support

❝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 ]

and she watched all her pain slowly turning into poetry