Roses are red and violets are blue Why does every love song remind me of you? Why can't I make my mind up and decide what to do I'm trying to write these songs I always end up writing about you I hope that you don't mind, sometimes I think about you And I wish I could press rewind Whisper in my ear, she send chills do...
"The poetry I write are the feelings that I cry, the thoughts from my messed up mind, and so you Breath me though my poetry". #34 in poetry- 2/13/18 Covers by @darthowl
Wammy Awards 2018 // all categories closed. judging in process. // HR || #99 in Random
Is it all a dream? What is real and what is reality? For this group of people, reality is tested and their worlds are torn apart. They must choose to either run from their demons or embrace them. "It came at night. Like all other monsters do; it came at night. I was running once again, my legs hard and heavy beneath...