Coming clean feels filthy.
Some nights are longer than others.
Just a personal announcement and a chance for me to show off my bean.
The taste of tomorrow was a promise.
I was given the prompt "Lap" by one of my lovely readers and I hope you all enjoy!
Empathy is dying out. A poem inspired by the prompt.
For anyone who knows how it feels to have someone lose their memory for whatever reason
I think it's time. I was gonna do this at a later point but heck it.
I just want to let you know something important. It means a lot....
short unintended thoughts. just sort of fell out of my ears
A loose lipped cliche that isn't whimsical, but rather dismal.
A poem inspired by the Angel's Fall from Heaven, as described in the book Fallen by Lauren Kate.
It's just one of those days...
The wistfulness of never being able to tie loose ends, because of an unexpected passing. Everyone always thinks they have more time.
You can never be too much. For anyone.