A song stuck in my head, reworked to express that certain feeling
By your hand is the only place I can see myself and them for days I will watch us grow into full bloom and we'll sit under stars and three full moons
Inspiration from "NU WITCH"
Some days I like to write little poems for fun. Here's one about economy, with a slight twist. *sips wine*
Lyrical poetry about my secret room...
A poem about the troubled life of a woman who unknowingly falls in love with a "married" man
What's up, Doc?
"There’s an urban legend about the beetles getting out in large numbers and destroying things, Hansen said, but they don’t eat living flesh."
"She is one of those people who just get me. I don't say anything and yet she can feel how I feel. She will sit right next to me and tell me things I need to hear."
For the things you do not want in one's life. How do you rid the toxin?