•NOT TO BE LOVED BUT TO BE LOVE•
I'm falling over, I've fallen down, I have fallen to my knees. And I don't know when, I don't know how, But I will make it up to me.
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson3 years ago in Poets
Two years ago, Almost to the minute. I’m 20 years old. Sitting in my own apartment. I had slowly started drinking again over the months, after quitting for nearly 3 years (aside from occasional drinks).
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson4 years ago in Motivation
My Lust For Love Lies On The Surface Of The Moon. Somewhere, Between Too Much And Not Enough. Lined With Ignorance And Finished With Bliss...
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson4 years ago in Poets
My Environment Crumbles. Almost As If Dust Surrounds Me. And As I Seep Through The Pores Of My Own Existence. I Wither Away In The Sun,
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson5 years ago in Poets
Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Right.. Right Again. “My Mind Is Spinning”. I Can’t Remember. Lost In Thoughts Of A False Reality.
I wandered over the mountains, Finally making it into the trees. Only to come and realize, That it was made for the bees.
I say this as a warning, For I say this as a warning. Do not, Do not fall in love with me. I won’t take you to the highest mountains,
By Erica (Joyce) Thompson6 years ago in Poets