A collaboration of thirty on a very affectionate affair of poetry pizzazz! Enjoy!
It seems like a lifetime ago, but perhaps it's because the clock stopped ticking the minute he walked out the door.
Reality is a mirror and the day is magic.
A sinking feeling. Also, if anyone gets the reference at the beginning, you are extra awesome. :)
Reality is pastry and the day is indifferent.
Things lost and not found. A piece inspired by a prompt from @tofu_tofu!
I always share my scars with you, so that you do not feel it too.
every time I let go, I keep going back.
Faraway fantasies fade into your heart.
you left me starving for sunshine.
Tell me if you like this.
Trying to channel a little Carol Ann Duffy
We were so beautiful, yet so fragile.
What does reality feel like? A short story based on a prompt from @skye!
why did you ever come back?
I still roam these streets. but I can't find you in our old home. There is no one behind the window any longer.