"How’s it feel not to be real?" Feedback hugely appreciated. :)
You can’t talk, You can’t move For fear of disappointing again.
She wishes she were anything But herself.
Yet another poem I wrote last year.
Perfection Perfect Something I’ll never be.
The mask cracks, Hairline fractures In porcelain white.
A Shakespearean sonnet I had to write for creative writing last year.
Just a poem I wrote last year.
Have this crappy letter I wrote in my head last night instead of sleeping.
I think I'd rather, yes.
The schedule for my updates.
If you tend to think things are either beautiful or ugly, it's time to wake up. It's morning.
To defy gravity, that would be a dream.
"I need you." LYRICS. Feedback hugely appreciated. :)