In the dream It was all of my favourite things But only in the worst…
Month: November 2021
Forlorn writings
I couldn’t love them if I tried And I have tried But they are the…
Girls who wear ashes of roses
She looks so delicate sitting there You don’t know she was up all night fighting…
Undarkness
This isn’t a poem of darkness Even I can’t fight my demons with one eye…
This is not a story about my father, I haven’t written that….yet(not sure if the yet is redundant)
Do you know what happens when your father dies? Well, you immediately fall apart and…