he’s so pretty i hope nothing horrifically ironic for his profession happens to him
sorry for not posting poetry, creativity well was dry
LEFTY
how Lucky I am to be left-handed
that if my lover and I sat side by side
our hands could meet in the center
as we once were before Zeus's cruel slash
“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”
— Paulo Coelho
I WANT TO GET TO KNOW MY COMMUNITY PLEASE
SEND ASKS I'M BORED AND WANNA TALK TO Y'ALL
the snowglobe came in a pack of two, who do i put in the other one????
different from my regular content but I'd like to introduce you to my Dr. James E Wilson snowglobe
he likes it in there
soap
Before my birth, there was a gamble
Weary walking through the brambles
All my life is all in shambles
My soup tastes like soap
I like writing silly things
She only sees the worst of me
Burning tears fall relentlessly
And my soup tastes like soap
Problems are unsolvable
I pretend responsible
Maybe I’m unlovable
And my soup still tastes like soap