love is death (DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was 13 or 14 and I understand there are many mistakes!!!! I won't be editing this story so it will stay as it was. If you read this story now by any chance please((!!!!))keep in mind I was a very young writer. Also, during this time a lot of people on wattpad were writing in lowercase so that is the explanation for that mess.)

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]

"cause if one day you wake up and find that your missing me. and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be. thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet. and you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street."

This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, I'll see you with your laughter lines." a boy. a girl. you know the rest. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and fifteen.

[on hold] ❝perhaps this is how the world works, a cycle of unspoken words wasted by ink. I find it fascinating.❞ (c) xpiperx [lowercase letters intended] "I'll find you, I promise." you already have.

I write these stories so the voices in my head will stop telling them. [Dribbles and drabbles from my messed up mind]

❝He was her sun, who turned her into a shadow.❞ Where I write and sometimes compile poems that remind me of you.