I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
Dwalen, verdwalen, verhalen, malen, malen, vertalen, verhalen, malen. Afdwalen? Poëzie en filosofie waarin ik in mijn gedachtes verdwaal (en af en toe afdwaal). #1 Filosofie (nooit gedacht dat een van mijn boeken op #1 zou komen te staan) #1 gedachten (alweer, ik had dit nooit verwacht) #1 poems #2 gedichten
A collection of shitty poems that I have written. I own the cover. Constructive criticism would be great. Pls comment anything I live for comments and flowers. Infrequent updates.
just some poems and unspoken words... Also I'll update this when I want...so sorry for slow updates...
Poetry} Nature Poems😊 -This is for a summer camp poetry contest. -I post one poem every day for 30 days. -This is to help me become a better writer :)
She's more lethal than she seems. An intoxicating beauty that entrances her seducers with the sweetest soprano's note, so sweet like honey. Honey that traps its prey. Though she's no angel she wishes for love a love too far away too far from reach . . . ~My poetry starts off angelic and sweet, but then turns bitter...
