ever wonder what happened to those words you held back?
i took a verse of an unfinished poem to make this - a short mess of words and unwritten thoughts. enjoy <3
Inspired by a movie named 'A thousand words'.
You hid the stolen kiss under your mask, and I hid my tears under mine...
idk how to explain this but sometimes i feel like im not friends with my friends? & i have this constant longing for someone to actually listen to what i have to say? do u guys sometimes feel the same...
An earlier poem reinterpreted. ❄️ 👑 🥀
(Pictures: illustrations for "The Snow Queen" by Vladyslav Yerko) 🇺🇦
Dolls are such frail things. One small shove and they crack. What's to protect those porclean hearts from shattering to pieces? No amount of safety nets will stop this fall.
So many thoughts never published. Some ideas are just too personal
i just wrote what i have been feeling right now, so its kinda an impromptu so,,,,, sorry in advance :>
Yesterday my heart was filled with gold Today it's left out in the cold
As long as we don't talk about it, it didn't happen right? right?
The words flow without regret, each a slicing blur of hurt. Keep the heart close, but keep the pride closer. <br/>Source: ivoryannalise
ever wonder what happened to those words you held back?
i took a verse of an unfinished poem to make this - a short mess of words and unwritten thoughts. enjoy <3
Inspired by a movie named 'A thousand words'.
You hid the stolen kiss under your mask, and I hid my tears under mine...
idk how to explain this but sometimes i feel like im not friends with my friends? & i have this constant longing for someone to actually listen to what i have to say? do u guys sometimes feel the same...
An earlier poem reinterpreted. ❄️ 👑 🥀
(Pictures: illustrations for "The Snow Queen" by Vladyslav Yerko) 🇺🇦
Dolls are such frail things. One small shove and they crack. What's to protect those porclean hearts from shattering to pieces? No amount of safety nets will stop this fall.
So many thoughts never published. Some ideas are just too personal
i just wrote what i have been feeling right now, so its kinda an impromptu so,,,,, sorry in advance :>
Yesterday my heart was filled with gold Today it's left out in the cold
As long as we don't talk about it, it didn't happen right? right?
The words flow without regret, each a slicing blur of hurt. Keep the heart close, but keep the pride closer. <br/>Source: ivoryannalise