Love
Fallen
My gaze caught a flaunting leaf, Brown, dusky, old and fallen. Rustling doughtily to the tune played by the; Gusty wind, with a high relief.
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My gaze caught a flaunting leaf, Brown, dusky, old and fallen. Rustling doughtily to the tune played by the; Gusty wind, with a high relief.
Days pass by, Some days start blissfully, Some other days start miserably, But, Love of my life, He sticks to my mind like no others,
My ink is blood and sometimes it can have tints of rainbows. I would smile through the woes, But don’t you ever read my journal,
Dear love, My heart skipped beats while I read your letter. I thought you moved on effortlessly, hope you find this vignetter. I am in
I remember! Yes, I remember this letter When my tears decided to escape Out of me, I felt that is better My soul took over
To the only one it might concern, “There’s life after fall and there’s love after failure” I hope you are keeping fine. I
Turn me in to a new page, Write me a million words, Scribble a thousand times, Until you have the perfect line. Fold me in
Waking up, opening eyes Always am surprised Because I know you’re with me But I could never get used to it So i sit there,
“You must either use all that money on things that are useful, or give it away to those who are in need”, I told
Rea Nelson turned eighteen that Autumn. No cakes, no parties, no wishes, no presents to cheer her up or celebrate her legality. “Well, this isn’t
The crowd counted her, Lass of provident. Only she knew that she’s a Regina, Of forced regiment. The luscious, luminous lurex Brought her no jubilation.
I made cracks in a wall with my teeth and kept the spirit of my child in it, and told him I will be back
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at