Scribbler

You enter the throne room. Countless paintings of the same woman stretch out before you. 
          
          
          One with wings, one with a dragon, and so many more. 
          
          
          You look straight ahead. 
          
          
          She's in front of you. The woman. Your queen. 
          
          
          She sits in a gilded throne with black velvet upholstery in front of you. Behind her sits a dragon that looks like steel. 
          
          
          You get a little scared. 
          
          
          A man walks next to you. Tall and beautiful. 
          
          
          As you stand in front of the stairs, you look into her soulless, violet-red glowing eyes. 
          
          
          She speaks to you: "How did you come to me?" 
          
          
          Her voice echoes in this gigantic room. 
          
          
          "You know you've become my little devils now... right?" she continued. 
          
          
          Heyyy! ^-^ 
          
          
          Just saw you're following me! 
          
          
          First of all, thank you so much for the follow!❤️ 
          
          
          What would be hugely helpful (and of course, I'd be interested to know) is how this follow came about? 
          
          
          Best regards ~Hope~
          
          

Hii,
          
          I have published a new poem called- "tip of your tongue". I hope you check this one out. 
          
          Thank You!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391029725

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Hey :)
          Hope your week’s off to an amazing start ✨
          Would you be intrigued by a profoundly fire song? ⚡️
          @ me if so—if not, feel free to delete this ♥️

I just published my poem— inked memories, I hope you take some of your time to check this one out. Thank you!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391029725

Hii guys, I have my exams coming up next month so I won't be active on wattpad for some time. 

My latest poem "mad man" is a reflection of how social experiences can leave scars, not only physical but emotional and how these experiences molded a man into something he never intended to be.
          For villains are never born, but made.
          
          I would appreciate it if you take some of your time and check it out.
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391029725

Your poems are so amazing and relatable 
          Have a good day 

My poem—Halves: Empty yet FULL is a reminder that your worth isn't measured by what others take from you, but by what you choose to give, and how you learn to hold space for yourself.
          
          In case no one told you— You are whole, just as you are!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391029725

I’m thrilled to share my latest piece— "sadness is my name". If you resonated with the intoxicating pull of sadness in "sadness is seductive", this poem takes that feeling a step further, offering a raw look at how sorrow can define us like a name we can’t quite shake off.
          
          I’d love for you to read it and share your thoughts :⁠-⁠)
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/391029725