Oh, dear lord. Three things I pray.
I love poetry, honest.
"But in my arms, she was always, 'Lolita'"
Special something, for someone who used to be special to me. A gift in a way, a prediction.
A poem I write about the first concert I ever went to.
A poem simply about teenagers.
A poem about me leaving my friends at the end of Primary School (in Northern Ireland).
Eh... Just a small part of ficwad were I can dump my 'heartfelt' poems. R&R, though. I could use the advice. Peace, Love, and Music.
You wanna play games over a guy, girl, but this is one game you can't win.
Enter ye the Spooky Door, step beyond the lantern’s beams, ancient dark corridors to explore where nothing’s what it seems...
Just something I wrote; Not good at all.