Sometimes I write, other times I tell a story, it all depends on what lens I have on that day.
Sometimes I wish I could walk onto a bridge and just stare down at the water. But I can’t because I know I’d want the water and I to meet. And sometimes, first impressions aren’t my forte.
By A. Rose6 years ago in Poets
It’s 2AM and all I think about is your arms around me Your breath fanning against the back of my neck, and Your soft snores echoing in my small room. It’s only been
By A. Rose7 years ago in Poets
They say that the person you think of while your life is flashing Before your eyes is the one that you love the most. If that were
I do not like the dark. Hypothetically speaking No one likes the dark, the dark embodies everything That which is sent to destroy us, our souls, our
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place