writer, poet, artist.
[abstract]
(with intensity)
× of incredible intellect.
kiss me in this rainstorm the forecast looks dreary, I know but we can get through this downpour the thunder is deafening
By Korinne Joy Tuck6 years ago in Poets
I'm so in c i r c l e s lately. morning dew did freeze over but we did not. but I'm stuck wondering
When they told me the fable I didn't believe the tale The goddess of silent tragedy Simply could not exist There's no such thing
Soft whispers moan from willows along patches of broken dreams. Silent voices shimmering from beneath the sunlight. Memories of many shape the eerie in the air. For with time, they will all be forgotten. The moments can only linger.
