i can take a hint when i’m no longer welcome :]
i was never your first. i was always your push aside, your one time, your shadow. second best.
A poem I wrote a couple of months ago for an english project. Hope y'all enjoy!!! (re-edited)
The pandemic has changed our lives in so many ways, including the way we work.
For the daily prompt: Dust
Using all my own pictures this time :) This is just about my experiences with the people I've come across, I know good men are out there, so no offense to anyone! I just attract trash hahah.
My entry for the "Memory Lane" contest, hosted by @elleseng
'[...] desertion has come to be the gospel of your background.' - a relatively old poem of mine, but since I don't remember if I ever posted it, here it is! ^^
This is a poem/song that I wrote for my mom who left when I was 8 years old. I don't mean to post this to get recognition as a songwriter (I'm not very good anyway). I just wrote this as a message to ...
A small little house stood atop a hill. Nobody goes inside it, you will?
We must be bearing something that is life changing because something keeps seeking to destroy our dream⋆⁺₊
i can take a hint when i’m no longer welcome :]
i was never your first. i was always your push aside, your one time, your shadow. second best.
A poem I wrote a couple of months ago for an english project. Hope y'all enjoy!!! (re-edited)
The pandemic has changed our lives in so many ways, including the way we work.
For the daily prompt: Dust
Using all my own pictures this time :) This is just about my experiences with the people I've come across, I know good men are out there, so no offense to anyone! I just attract trash hahah.
My entry for the "Memory Lane" contest, hosted by @elleseng
'[...] desertion has come to be the gospel of your background.' - a relatively old poem of mine, but since I don't remember if I ever posted it, here it is! ^^
This is a poem/song that I wrote for my mom who left when I was 8 years old. I don't mean to post this to get recognition as a songwriter (I'm not very good anyway). I just wrote this as a message to ...
A small little house stood atop a hill. Nobody goes inside it, you will?
We must be bearing something that is life changing because something keeps seeking to destroy our dream⋆⁺₊