Poetry
My Bloom
My heart was bleeding My soul was pleading to unleash the knots of my nerves to drain off the blood from my skin to let
My heart was bleeding My soul was pleading to unleash the knots of my nerves to drain off the blood from my skin to let
We joke about who will die first but we both know it will likely be you. We hold hands while walking the dog, make her
“We are from a time when if something broke, we fixed it. We didn’t just throw it away and get a new one” Friendships, relationships
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that awaited to glow as she
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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