The Moon, the Sea, and Poetry
He abandoned his bloodless-inspid heart,
like trash left on a curb,
but still, she clings to it
as if it were beating for her love.
2 hours, 1 minute ago
All my life I’ve felt the world was a fishbowl.
I’m trapped on the other side of the glass,
forced to watch everything happen from a distance.
1 day, 2 hours ago
Sometimes, your soul runs out of poetry
and all you have left are words of pain
and the sadness that just needs to drain
from their wounds.
1 day, 4 hours ago
If I died tomorrow
would you be okay?would you finally cryif I died?I hope you wouldnt lose hopeI hope you wouldnt… 72 more words
1 day, 9 hours ago
I still smell you whenever the breeze
blows in through the window,
the way you smelled of peppermint and chocolate.
And in those stolen moments, … 64 more words
1 day, 21 hours ago
Crushed by the weight of her tongue,
were the words she could never say.
2 days, 2 hours ago
I’ve always wondered, what it is
that makes me so damn forgettable…
2 days, 4 hours ago