Writing

half-moons in my palm turn to scissors in my hand too many tears to see straight and too many tears to fix with tape i'll never learn to ignore th..

The Voice Calling Listen… do you hear it? It’s calling… for you and for me. Persistent and faithful, It ..

My Written Words Here in my space, I’m free to be me. Elegantly spoken, Soft is my “speech”. No stum..

idk

its about the feeling that spreads all over in you when their are more responsibilities and you don't know what to do.

Chapter 34 - The Voice My teeth have deserted me and my hair is of no use as it is, in thin strands of yellowy-white. The lines on my face..

Freeverse

In some eyes, you will never be anything. Don't rely on them. Be everything you ever need in the world.

Love is the soundof your seraphic voiceserenading mydoleful soulamid the cacophonyand clamor of chaos

Hearing can indeed be believed

It's a poem about love and music.

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