I promised myself that I'd stop writing poems to/for people. But here I am again immortalizing my stupid confusion in ink/digital bytes....
~the last word in each line is the first word in the next line~
Ode to Beauty/Unspoken Words
Quietly beautiful like
Porcelain winter sun
Rises in her smile
On the lucky world beneath
Lies an insecure girl feeling for once complete
I miss...
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~the last word in each line is the first word in the next line~
Ode to Beauty/Unspoken Words
Quietly beautiful like
Porcelain winter sun
Rises in her smile
On the lucky world beneath
Lies an insecure girl feeling for once complete
I miss...
Read More
thefuckoffkid:
You seem obscenely interesting. 