A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
This is the last post I will be making for a while. . . I apologize. but, at least I got this out there. . . <3
I'll adapt as long as it prepares me for my future.
A small moment in time can be monumental, it can also be a great misinterpretation that sends us down a different path.
The pain of you and another person moving on.
This is a the beginning of a story of witches, of family and identity. Tell me if you'd like to see more. Thanks!
From the cold hard ground that I fell flat on my face Symbolic towers that were built with the intention to reign
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: A declassified encounter, with whom she least suspects. Maybe she has a thing for him. Prompt: Song- Matt Meason "Tribulation"
Word Count: 113
Get to know the me behind the screen #5
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Feeling a familiar breath of fresh air, I awake from my sleep with eyes already open.
I. Your presence that isnβt even present has stuck to me like tameless hair glued to lip glossed lips on a windy day. You, that arenβt even here, are what has my attention.
βTHE LOVE STAR PROMISEβ
Tired of Losing the One You Love.? Be Inspired!
The distant glimmer that one day the skin I wear, will never have been touched by you.
When self-love prevails on toxic relationships
A poem about healing through love and companionship and new beginnings. I got the inspiration from when a butterfly was about to land on my head. XD Thank you for reading! <3 (Also, I think the Phobia...
This is the last post I will be making for a while. . . I apologize. but, at least I got this out there. . . <3
I'll adapt as long as it prepares me for my future.
A small moment in time can be monumental, it can also be a great misinterpretation that sends us down a different path.
The pain of you and another person moving on.
This is a the beginning of a story of witches, of family and identity. Tell me if you'd like to see more. Thanks!
From the cold hard ground that I fell flat on my face Symbolic towers that were built with the intention to reign
Type: Flash Fiction
Description: A declassified encounter, with whom she least suspects. Maybe she has a thing for him. Prompt: Song- Matt Meason "Tribulation"
Word Count: 113
Get to know the me behind the screen #5
***
want to participate?
tag your story #onefact
or
tag @kaylynn in your comment section
Feeling a familiar breath of fresh air, I awake from my sleep with eyes already open.
I. Your presence that isnβt even present has stuck to me like tameless hair glued to lip glossed lips on a windy day. You, that arenβt even here, are what has my attention.
βTHE LOVE STAR PROMISEβ
Tired of Losing the One You Love.? Be Inspired!
The distant glimmer that one day the skin I wear, will never have been touched by you.
When self-love prevails on toxic relationships