Not dedicated to someone regardless the title.
My first attempt at loop poetry. I really enjoyed writing this.
Villanelle: ''He whispered softly " My
only regret, my sweet"
The feeling of wanting something thatโs no good for us. The suicidal tendencies of doing an action, we know can either kills us or hurt us. A slow death, a sweet tasting poison. ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
Perched in a tree The strong arms falling around
On the heated pavement, came vows to live immortal.
A new style I'm trying--switching perspectives. Let me know what you think in the comments!
Warning: Mature Language and Themes
A painter's collab piece for @snowflakepixie
Inspired by Starry Night Over The Rhone by Van Gogh
I swear this love will be the death of me. This could kill me
About being young, vulnerable, and foolish.
Andrea likes Peter....? Or did Joshua misunderstand the whole thing
My first attempt at loop poetry. I really enjoyed writing this.
Villanelle: ''He whispered softly " My
only regret, my sweet"
The feeling of wanting something thatโs no good for us. The suicidal tendencies of doing an action, we know can either kills us or hurt us. A slow death, a sweet tasting poison. ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
Perched in a tree The strong arms falling around
On the heated pavement, came vows to live immortal.
A new style I'm trying--switching perspectives. Let me know what you think in the comments!
Warning: Mature Language and Themes
A painter's collab piece for @snowflakepixie
Inspired by Starry Night Over The Rhone by Van Gogh
I swear this love will be the death of me. This could kill me
About being young, vulnerable, and foolish.
Andrea likes Peter....? Or did Joshua misunderstand the whole thing