He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in.. ********** What happens when Alexis Dawson- "r...
poetry is finding and describing emotions you didn't even know we're existing it's making words into songs loves into losses it's a way to vent not pent poetry is finding beauty in things others might see as ugly poetry reminds you of the past present and the coming future poetry is lovely -iris
{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the devils the madness that she held had reached ultimate levels so in her...
❝ the heart was made to be broken ❞ -oscar wilde. in which ramona loves too easily and gets her heart broken, several times, by several different people. #300 SS | originally published in 2016, republished in 2018 |
An anthology // beautiful cover by @labyrinth- *Short Story #158 (27 July 2017) Short Story #166 (26 July 2017) Short Story #168 (25 July 2017) Short Story #170 (23 July 2017)
Teenagers hide. They hide behind masks, facades that keep them safe. Masks that society approves of. But masks only hide who you truly are. [ #thepeopleofsociety ] © LuCaBeLLe