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Chapter from a story I’ll never write — 002: I have a bad habit of saying that I’m done, then turning around and letting you do it all over again.
By Cheyanne Young8 years ago in Poets
In a world full of basic bitches Clinging to a false sense Of delusional normality Be a Luna Lovegood Embrace your inner weirdness
By A. R. Ambrosi8 years ago in Poets
Pain, my reality Pain, so deep it pools inside Pain, so horrific it hides inside Pain, so simple it leaves a trail Pain, so tiring it kills at will
By Carol Shupard8 years ago in Poets
Do I really deserve to have love? Do I deserve to have more than harmless sexting and nudes? I don't think so. I find myself getting what I am allowed to have and trying to find contentment.
By R.A. Hudson8 years ago in Poets
The moon's light through my window shines The image of her in my heart blinds The silence form you screaming in my head
By Anita Lock8 years ago in Poets
Roses can be black, Violets can be black too, My soul is dark, And my heart doesn’t beat for you. The time we spent together has gone down the drain,
By VICENTE ARROYO8 years ago in Poets
In love we give ourselvesIn love we lose ourselvesAnd sometimes in love Because we love so deeptoo deep that we find ourselves
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
The fool is always the center of attention. Always the one being laughed at, always playing along while the rage burns within.
By Jasmine Quintana8 years ago in Poets
