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SomethingsA Poem by WesleySomethings never die Somethings are always true Somethings will always be Love is one that can not go away even if we try Somethings can never di.. |
before its all a lonely memoryA Story by Doux PolverenereThe things that have time can wait |
NumbersA Poem by Alister BlainA poem about how love hurts when it isn't around you. |
The Angels Are CryingA Poem by J.J. MatthewsThis was written for my second family that I met on the RPG sites World of Potter UK and EU. They mean more to me than I could possibly describe. They.. |
UnrestA Poem by Joe EinsteinYearnings of a heart longing for peace, rest and love. |
cover it upA Poem by LMWriteslove and lies |
First World Problems...A Poem by Melbourne Boundyep. |
I need YouA Poem by rguptaI need You I’m trying to hide it with some other guy but I wanna be with you. You light up the world like I want it to be lit up and the sun nev.. |
Heartbeats for youA Poem by rguptaHeartbeats for you You're my medicine you are a drug I’m addicted to you. I need you, boy, I need you more than ever. And you get me like, Oh ba.. |
You and IA Poem by rguptaYou and IEvery time we touch it ’s like magic. We should be soul mates we are that close. Our hearts skip's a beat. Everyone watches us glow. Yo.. |
I LoveA Poem by PrometheusLove Poem |
When You All WriteA Poem by Madeleine Celesteawsedrftyguh I have nothing. I've started kind of a poetry craze in my circle of friends and this is what I'm taking from it. Something grand and natu.. |
You May Not Believe ThisA Story by ShariTheoRosemy life, lol |
Back and ForthA Story by LMWritesa short back and forth I wrote for class. |
Hunting SilverA Book by LMWritesSilver, a curvy bookworm, has always lived a sheltered life. After the tragic death of her husband, she finds herself pregnant by Zane Wrightblood, a .. |
A Reminiscent WriterA Story by JackCheap cigarette smoke hangs stale in the air of a dimly lit room with no windows. A dark brown, chipped wood table is cluttered with ink stained paper.. |
YouA Poem by pterodactylMy postpartum body doesn't feel quite the same. The skin I was used to has loosened ever so slightly in the strangest of ways. My belly, once a home f.. |