I'm not leaving Commaful, don't worry. This is just a poem about some other thing that I left
The last..*sigh* I really hope you enjoyed this whole series and this was actually good heh ๐
// iโm suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
โ๐ธโโ๐โค๐ธโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ ๐ธ โ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ #๐ (๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ+ ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐):
โ๐พโ! ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ...
I tried telling it with as few words as possible. Enjoy!
Freedom? Freefalling? Are we ever truly free, or are we forever doomed to live at the mercy... of someone... something...else
The end
โ ๏ธโ ๏ธTWโ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
A Haiku poem on today's daily prompt word "film".
The pain of you and another person moving on.
OKAY GUYS SO AFTER SIX PM THIS WILL BE MY LAST TIME ON COMMAFUL DURING THE WEEK... I HAVE TO HAVE PERMANENT FACE TO FACE SCHOOL ON JAN. 3
Parasomnia ch3, story 7/7, The End.
We were free. Free from the solitary prisons of horrid nightmares. We were reunited, safe. I watched as my best friends hugged and cried. The relief that filled m...
Ten years slip through my fingers as I pack the memories away. You've left and I'm left to deal with the broken pieces of our relationship.
The girl knew only two things: her love for apples, and that her death loomed.
I'm not leaving Commaful, don't worry. This is just a poem about some other thing that I left
The last..*sigh* I really hope you enjoyed this whole series and this was actually good heh ๐
// iโm suffering the effects of ending on a semicolon //
โ๐ธโโ๐โค๐ธโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ ๐ธ โ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ #๐ (๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ+ ๐ณ๐ผ๐น๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐):
โ๐พโ! ๐ธ๐ ๐ธ, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๏ฟฝ...
I tried telling it with as few words as possible. Enjoy!
Freedom? Freefalling? Are we ever truly free, or are we forever doomed to live at the mercy... of someone... something...else
The end
โ ๏ธโ ๏ธTWโ ๏ธโ ๏ธ
A Haiku poem on today's daily prompt word "film".
The pain of you and another person moving on.
OKAY GUYS SO AFTER SIX PM THIS WILL BE MY LAST TIME ON COMMAFUL DURING THE WEEK... I HAVE TO HAVE PERMANENT FACE TO FACE SCHOOL ON JAN. 3
Parasomnia ch3, story 7/7, The End.
We were free. Free from the solitary prisons of horrid nightmares. We were reunited, safe. I watched as my best friends hugged and cried. The relief that filled m...
Ten years slip through my fingers as I pack the memories away. You've left and I'm left to deal with the broken pieces of our relationship.
The girl knew only two things: her love for apples, and that her death loomed.