A poem about reclaiming identity, inspired by my own experiences as a Pakistani girl. :) Thank you for reading! <3
(Tried something new )
These are the echoes of my mind
Set me free.
I am poetry, dying to be heard.
He met the girl of his dreams in an elevator.
Warning: This is different than what I usually write. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.
The last time we had sex, I came, to my senses. This thing that we have, you called it "friends with benefits", but really we're not friends, and the benefits are... debatable.
Which line do you think is the best?
Collab between @thisguybrandon and @kaylynn
Late-night confessions #7
// rip to the girl whose grave lies within your body //
Everything about her was poetry.
Perception leads to self-deception.
The glimmer of two uniting souls.