Historias de Loosinghope

hiiii my name is Lorie. I basically just wrote this to vent since I really don't have anyone to talk to. if you need someone to talk to I'm here to listen. you can Kik me @ LorieGee74 . I promise to reply.

Everyone says kids don't know what love is. But they have no clue that some of us we have learned what love is at such a young age, & Yet no matter how "inlove" you are at the end of the day it means nothing.

Free Poem

If you're a fan of reading short stories then I believe you might really like this compilation of random genres which i'll try to publish once in a while. HAPPY READING! ---------------------------------------------------

Sweet Evangeline, The maroon that stains my hands no matter how hard I try is weighing on the back of my mind ever more no matter how hard I scratch and peel them. The sounds of the guns and choking on blood accompanied by the smell of gunpowder, the sight of the bayonet of my gun piercing another man's chest that I never wished to hurt. It's all to much to bear, and I fear that even though you don't know it that tonight I will be gone. My knife is as clean as I could get it even though I don't deserve it as shiny as I got it only to dirty it again, this time with the blood and dirt of my own neck. Goodbye my dear, Sincerely, 𝛹𝜃𝜇𝛾 𝐽ᔑ𝜍𝜅𝑠𝙹𝜂

she's alone. she's quite. she's lost. she's gone. don't try an find her.