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you and me,, we make us #681 in poetry - 220917
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
May the sea bring us back. Book 3 of my first poetry series For more books like this, follow @Licornesses.
I look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I think of the thoughts I wanted to tell you, the words that twisted my...
careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.
ichor bleeding down the sky the tragedies of god's burning bright jupiter bleeds © aphrodeiities 2019
bathing in spring showers. basking in cool shadows. a poem everyday in April. Copyright 2019 @timespieces
in which a girl falls prey to the devil's pastime-or so he thinks. (poetry w/ plot) [tom riddle era] © vesperrtine 2021
win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets
a story where i met this one japanese boy who kind of changed my life and he made me believed that I deserved someone better.