Wlwpoetry Stories

Records of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everything I write. This is also an evidence that I have lived a very emotional or heartfelt life.

i'm lonely and all i think about are girls girls girls

" poetry is the thoughts that breathe. it is the words that burn and silence that screams " a collection of my poems. hope you enjoy! yours truly, लावन्या / Lavanya

"She walks in light I can't escape, A blaze that burns but doesn't break. Her laughter stirs what words can't say, A fire that turns my heart to clay." In this collection of poems, I write stories of women loving women-a space where love, desire, and the weight of silence come alive. Here, each line holds what I can't say elsewhere, a world where longing meets acceptance and where love's gentle complexities are laid bare.

Sometimes I write these when I'm bored so I thought I'd post them 🖤

collection of sapphic poems because she is my litturgy.

(Collections of Poetry Wlw)

After Siaara's Freeman , hexes for my exes. - I wrote this about an 'ex' . Hope you like it !

Two girls who are slowly falling in love are together on a rooftop in the middle of December, admiring the view together. One of them, too afraid to make a move, notices how magnetic the other girls' eyes are and realizes how deep in love she's falling.

My life in poems.

A collection of often sappy (and sometimes sapphic) poetry

sapphic love poems dedicated to my most adored muse

".•*~ wlw poetry ~*•."

I'm a small and tired sapphic and I just want to write about how much I love girls

A quiet confession left unsent - "The Girl I Never Told" is about love that bloomed in silence, friendship that stayed, and the kind of feelings that never needed to be spoken to be real.

"What ever happened to the lilacs?" is a collection of poems of which I wrote for someone who broke my heart twice. I've had these poems in my drafts for a while now and I'd written the poems out of love and affection but I got screwed over - again. So, I decided to post them for the sake of it.

The first and last time we met.

"She walks in light I can't escape, A blaze that burns but doesn't break. Her laughter stirs what words can't say, A fire that turns my heart to clay." In this collection of poems, I write stories of women loving women-a space where love, desire, and the weight of silence come alive. Here, each line holds what I can't say elsewhere, a world where longing meets acceptance and where love's gentle complexities are laid bare.

these are some gay poems i wrote pictures are just becuz

Her. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each girl who gives you a coy smile, each beautiful woman that makes your heart stutter and palms sweat. She is in the sway of the ocean, the pull of the moon. Her.