My legs are stuck in a trance.
// is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
It will always be there, so why run?
Please critique (strictest sense of the word critique).
Like and comment; what is your favorite memory?
Why won't they make sense?
Someday I will post a happy poem ;-), this one is about being in an awful situation and not seeing a good solution .
It’s okay to not be perfect
You determine your own value. No one else.
This is a black out poem from pages 154 and 155 of Touching Spirit Bear by Ben Mikaelsen.
A constant war That I wish desperately to end
I have unattainable dreams. I don't think I'll ever write a happy poem.
Just a little quote for those struggling. Stay strong.
There is a sweet smell that fills the air before you step into the room It is a smell that takes any child back to their childhood memories of going to a fair
I'll leave kisses down your spine, little reminders that we're fine.
My body is thanking me for unde
a poem about the dreadful decision picking between two people you both love