It's starting to hurt again, starting to sting
this fits the prompt because i want to stick a fork in an electrical outlet after writing this
I sighed to sing a song, but would you sing along?
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
We know them in different forms. A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, light at the end of the tunnel, a smile that brightens our day, our solace, a guide, our home.
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
i have a whole bunch of weird romantic poems that i wrote a while ago that i decided i would put on here for fun. hope you enjoy :)
Nonetheless, I hope that you still remain.
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
a mixed short poem of sci-fi and romance, a daily practice
Source: https://creationondemise.blogspot.com/
this fits the prompt because i want to stick a fork in an electrical outlet after writing this
I sighed to sing a song, but would you sing along?
I’m not quite sure why you say it Who you are is perfect I hate that you don’t see it
We know them in different forms. A hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, light at the end of the tunnel, a smile that brightens our day, our solace, a guide, our home.
Wake up to hear your voice so soft and sweet True joy in my heart when you ask to meet
i have a whole bunch of weird romantic poems that i wrote a while ago that i decided i would put on here for fun. hope you enjoy :)
Nonetheless, I hope that you still remain.
"She’ll still love you tomorrow, right?" I ask myself each night; Yes dummy, she’s told you a thousand times
a mixed short poem of sci-fi and romance, a daily practice
Source: https://creationondemise.blogspot.com/