This is just something I wrote when I was depressed that shows what I go through, but thats if it makes sense.
Angsty poem written while I was feeling... well... angsty.
No one knows what hid behind those dark, emotionless eyes. No one had the time to find out. As soon as they saw her, their fate was sealed.
The moon as my muse for this poem. Freeverse.
Another poem with the moon as a muse.
Dear words, Be mine?
'Kiss these lips, don't remember my face.' Contains sexual content.
Evan is not like most people. Evan is a walking, human tribute to 80’s Goth Rock, from the black dye in his hair to the tips of his old, smudgy dress shoes.
Look ma, NO PETE!