Sometimes I wonder if I revealed my secrets, would people still stay?
A million pathways into my heart. All pictures, minus the first, are my own; yes, my foot is tiny.
I was reading my previous poem and this instantly came into my mind ^^
Playing around with rhythm and rhyming.
Aware you're your own assassin.
‘[...] For a moment, maybe...’
Nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness
Run and run to that finish line.
Heaven was contained in the meter with which you were speaking,
but that doesn’t mean I still don’t question its existence.
i'm sorry, that i can't help you.
fight for me and i'll fight for you..
first poem in 2018!
let's hope this year will be better then the previous one!
Maybe if I would have just closed the gate behind me,
then I wouldn’t have let it in.
haiku on our fearful reaction to the beyond or unknown, and the truth of what the unknown or beyond actually holds.
Sy is being Sy again. Why have I got such a thing about bums? I suppose it's because I don't have one meself...