It’s the worst kind of sad It’s staring down at little feet in little white…
Tag: writing
My favourite things
In the dream It was all of my favourite things But only in the worst…
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…