@NotSmoak
two hands,
both calloused--
from wiping tears
from holding cold hands
from pulling at hair in frustration
from crumpling poems never sent--
reach out,
and the callouses shed.
GUYS GUYS GUYS would you participate if I started a what-would-amortentia-smell-like-to-you challenge? Idk, I'm in that kind if mood today.
mi adelinetta you have SERIOUS issues
can we all just appreciate raffaele laurent bessette's name. i mean. how is he from a poor family with that name. @BruhIAteYourPizza this is your fault. i did not want this suffering.
HEY who wants to cry about scorose and scorbus and cursed child in general with me??
hmu if so thx
when you are thirty,
you believe that
all that matters is
digits and taxes and power, but
when you are eighty,
on a hospital
bed with computers
going buzzbuzzbuzz
around you,
does any of it matter?
when cold, frail hand on
a rosy cheek of
your daughter,
does any of it matter?
Poetry-writing drive is back, yay!
I honestly thought those thank you messages from an author to readers are usually incredibly sappy, meaningless and unsincere, but being an actual writer proved me wrong. :)) (that's a double-chin smiley)
THANK YOU to all those who voted for my only story, despite its wee amount of chapters.