she is nothing short
of a masterpiece.
i can take a hint when i’m no longer welcome :]
genuine, the definition of true beauty. (grandliterarysociety)
Many great poets have come very far because of their famous poems. Now, the world has changed, and they are no longer remembered.
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
i think i’ve been trying to write this for a while. my words always get twisted into something they were never meant to be.
A poetic carves poems with plastered words. The poem comes out well and receives lot of attention at first. But after a few days, it's just forgotten...hope it makes sense
ever wonder what happened to those words you held back?
My heart thuds with all the words burrowed within. Sketched on the walls, ingrained in my skin
I wrote this poem based off a quote from a poem from Atticus. :)
i can take a hint when i’m no longer welcome :]
genuine, the definition of true beauty. (grandliterarysociety)
Many great poets have come very far because of their famous poems. Now, the world has changed, and they are no longer remembered.
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
i think i’ve been trying to write this for a while. my words always get twisted into something they were never meant to be.
A poetic carves poems with plastered words. The poem comes out well and receives lot of attention at first. But after a few days, it's just forgotten...hope it makes sense
ever wonder what happened to those words you held back?
My heart thuds with all the words burrowed within. Sketched on the walls, ingrained in my skin
I wrote this poem based off a quote from a poem from Atticus. :)