A poem to all the stereotypical lives. You'll be found without knowing it..
An (old) poem I wrote for my mother, from when love was not enough. The only water source was a spring somewhere in the woods. She looked into the acres of woods behind the shed. The thick brambles made a barrier between her and the woods. First, a path would need to ... Honestly, does anyone know? A girl's lifestyle is never demeaning to cost a lot of tension, when it grips pleasure with the aftertaste of a mere consequence.
Source: https://hellopoetry.com/u740525/ Who enjoys the night Is afraid of the morning
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..? The journey of falling out of love with somebody as life changes you.
In a trance at my black mirror A POSTMODERN FAIRY TALE
FOR HEROINES THAT SPEAK THEIR MINDS
Source: chelf http://www.chelf.net/rewriting-cinderella/ I am not a poetry reader but this is my second book and i am really enjoying it ... Falling in love is a lot like drinking coffee..