Freeflow Stories

"Fifty poems, fifty lives you will live here. With me. Welcome to my world." T h e f i f t y p o e m s y o u w o n t f o r g e t. It's just a matter of having the patience to read them. It's just a matter of wanting to read them. It's just a matter of time, A matter of place. So much you could lose. So much you could gain. R e a d . . . °°° It would be nice hearing some comments from readers, but if you don't feel like saying anything; then don't. We still have the right to keep quiet.

Random thoughts that run into my mind. My personal blog.. Story cover isn't mine claim if it's yours.

..I secured my heart by putting a padlock on it. I don't want anyone to easily get inside. I am becoming wary now because my heart got broken already. Despite the pain caused by a broken heart, i still looked forward to finding someone who would fix it and wont let it break again. Out of being sage, i created a master key which could open my heart. Along to my journey, i found the man whom i can entrust the master key with. But in life there are times we feel desolated. We are vexed by the things we expected to happen but are not happening. Maybe i came to that verge and found myself creating a duplicate key. I felt guilty and to show some remorse, i threw the duplicate key away. Astounded, someone found the duplicate and attempted to open my heart. I didn't let him because i saw him holding on his left hand... A master key to someone else's heart. It's weird when few days later, i already found him inside my heart. I am not dopey, i really didn't notice him unlocking the padlock

A poem

A love poem

POEMS

I'm not sure what this is but I hope you like it warning may get deep, will involve topics like suicide and self-harm...injoy I guess...

My poems, done my way.

I've been writing for a really long time and I've finally gotten enough courage to you share some of them. All of these are inspired by life. I really hope you enjoy. :)

I have dedicated my body for one cause only. Loving you. *Collection of short poems* (I am not kidding when I say short)

Random poems, have no rhyme or reason, just are. Free Flow.

always there. ♡

Just some random poems that I'll write when in the mood. Sorry if you don't understand what something is.

(2019 - 2020) homesick

complex and simple pen to paper writings in which thoughts bubble and escape my head and weave their way into this.

skinny love (noun.) /'skinē/ /ləv/ when two people are in love each other, but are too shy to admit it, although they still show it. start: april 2016 status: on hold

Love tale of two strangers who met in a moment that changed their lives