A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
A poem on insomnia, at request of @jameswilsonjr (wish you good health) ☺☺☺ ©
The taste of tomorrow was a promise.
When I die, don’t preserve me.
The poem is about the friendship between a guy and a girl that ended on a sour note.
A ritual to summon the Ancient one and begin your very own answer game. Remember: The truth always has a price.
What creates her perfection, is that she’s not.
Just some poetry I spat out. Haha, hope you enjoy it. :)
At that moment, with the breeze in my hair and the sun, warm on my face, I felt eternal.
I felt infinite.
A tale describing the love that everyone craves.
Like, comment, follow. Ever lost someone?
Shyly yet confident she said, On a wednesday, tell me you love me