His name was Dan the Lion, who held a dandelion. A solitary beast in the garden, an Eden he's guardin'.

40/M/NC    Hello, hello. I mostly write about hepo, though I've added a few of mine below too. I like direct messages, and aim to respond to …

22/F/Stockholm    finding my balance

17/Other/in between the lines    the stars in my eyes are falling. quick, make a wish.

14/F/Lyle wa   

18/F/U.S.    get drunk on words

24/F/Living inside the poetry    A small plant growing in a garden of beautiful flowers.

A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …