You don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "who hurt you?" -Hugot Queen♥

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Finding the beauty and colour in the broken words of this world.

ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ｈａｓ ｂｅｅｎ ｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｏ ｍｙ ｓｏｕｌ ｅｖｅｒ ｓｉｎｃｅ ｗｅ ｍｅｔ．．． ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ

Rythym And Poetry.

When the end of the world comes rolling around, relationships aren't exactly at the top on the list of priorities. Frank knows that, and he knows why, that it's for a good reason. That's not going to stop the heartache. Or the nightmares. And that knowledge sure as shit isn't going to make him forget what they used to have. --- A tale of heart break and repair.

𝐏𝐫𝗼𝗺𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝗺𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝗼 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝖫𝗂𝖾𝗌 *Excuse any mistakes* ᴡᴏʀᴋ 3

Transporting my thoughts and emotions right here

Scribing through many broken hearts.

when it's too much, i write so i can be okay